With the help of friends and children, I press the cider from the orchard. I make no effort to mix the juice so it varies from very sweet to pretty tart bottle to bottle. The day is beautiful and my only regret that covid keeps more people from sharing the sun is glows, the wind… Continue reading Cider pressing
The week started out well enough; Monday I set out on on my latest hobby, climbing hills on a bicycle. Fifty miles and 2,600 feet of elevation in the clear early autumn sun. Two stops, one tire change later I returned home showered and, unusually for me, napped. The day was warm for this time… Continue reading The Burning West
It seems like half of land ownership is making do with the tools on hand. The the small lawnmower broke down the week I finally got a “Bush Hog” for the tractor so I can quit using the lawnmower for work beyond its intended purpose in the. Good used tractors are in short supply this… Continue reading Still Life. With Tractor.
Summer brings a plethora of fruit; the plum tree drops it’s bounty in a ten day span and I was lucky enough to be between jobs to catch it. A weekend spent in the kitchen making jam and chutney. The jam was slow to set and soft when it did, but the chutney tasted… Continue reading Plum Chutney and Manhood
I was gifted tickets to the Eugene Rodeo by a friend’s daughter. Now a rodeo in the “Peoples Republic of Eugene” is not the same as one might be further east in the state; couples of all types walk hand in hand, pink mohawks mix with mullets. For one day at least the hard-line that… Continue reading A Day at the Rodeo
June is almost upon Oregon, and once again my mind turns towards thoughts of… irrigation. Just who have I become anyway? Neither love nor lust, summer concerts or motorcycles fill my dreams but acre feet of water. Even as the grass is green and bends lithe in the wind, thoughts of August brown and brittle… Continue reading The turn of summer
My intent with this blog was to keep my politics elsewhere. I talk about it enough that I wanted a safe haven from it. Safe havens however are few and far between; neither schools nor churches are safe anymore and I don’t see why this space is any different. So let’s get some hip waders… Continue reading The long view.