torquill: Art-deco cougar face (Default)
It's my first full day at Three Creeks. Once again, while landing is getting easier, it's not yet easy.

Waterworks, again )
torquill: Art-deco cougar face (Default)
Okay, here's the "possible moving scenarios" post. So much is undetermined, or flexible, or just plain unpredictable, that I'm going to try to lay out the possibilities.

One, two, buckle my shoe )
torquill: Coveralls with the patches "Henry's Garage" and "Forensics" (henry)
Time for some serious planning.

This is the "things I need to consider when I move" post. There is a different one for the constellation of potential moving plans.

Stuff I need to do to transfer myself neatly )
torquill: A sweet potato flower (gardening)
I was looking into flax again (I do still want to experiment with growing it, the area between the garden and the creek would be ideal if I can get the weeds under control), and I also received a package of roving mill ends that had a little packet of "rose fiber", and that got me thinking. Once I collect the tools for processing bast fibers like flax, how many fibers could I seek out at Three Creeks?

- Nettles are a classic, and we have a great many, though they don't grow densely. Collecting them over the course of a few years would probably make sense.
- Pacific blackberry, that living barbed wire, which grows to lengths of twenty or thirty feet.
- Himalayan blackberry, though its fibers may be coarser... might as well use it anyway!
- Scotch broom is not on the property, but it's easy enough to find down the hill.
- Bamboo... I am not willing to introduce it except possibly in an old bathtub or similar, but there may be some in the valley I can experiment with.
- Cattail? Usually the leaves are used for cordage and baskets, but they might yield good fiber. Also the stalks.
- Milkweed can offer both bast fibers and down.
- Knotweed! Hopefully the Japanese knotweed is on its way out by the edge of the lawn, but the giant knotweed (Polygonum sachalinense) is still beyond the fence, and with a height of 10-12 feet, it should have no shortage of long fibers.
--- I should also consider freezing the leaves as a spinach alternative (if I don't want to dedicate garden space to spinach), and the dead dry stalks can be used for fuel, or at least kindling.
- Maybe Canada thistle? It grows as tall as flax when left to itself, and doesn't branch much at all. And heaven knows it's wiry enough.
- I should check out tansy ragwort, which grows in profusion in the valley, though it may branch too much.
- Moth mullein, now that I know how tall it can grow in the right conditions. It is reportedly insecticidal as well.
- Bamboo grass certainly cuts the hands of the unwary, might be worth it for cordage or twine if not finer goods.
- Sunflowers or Jerusalem artichokes... small varieties might be best.
- Fern fronds? I should take one apart to see how the fibers are.

One note: thick-stemmed plants (knotweed, sunflower, maybe even Himalayan blackberry, nettle, and cattail stem) can require long retting times, so splitting/peeling them first might be wise.

Apparently flax tow can be used for paper, and someone on a forum suggested making it with knotweed, so I suspect most of these could also be used. It's one good use for the tow, along with spinning it for twine, candle wicks, and coarse cloth/canvas/burlap.

Huh... Milkweed fluff might be carded and spun like cotton or tow. Or this:
"If you really want to "test the primitive waters" I would suggest harvesting a basket full of milkweed seed pods while they are still green. One at a time split them open and begin rolling the white filament between your thumb and index finger discarding the seed. Keep adding to the "thread" to increase the length. Milkweed sap is very much like glue that will help stick the white filaments together. One pod will make a thread of extreme length. With practice it is possible to produce a fairly heavy thread. Milkweed "twine" is extremely strong. Native Americans used this thread for sewing hides to make clothing and footwear. The heavier thread was also used to bind flint knife blades to handles and flint points to arrows etc."

Since plant fibers can be stored dry for years, either retted or not, it may be worth collecting and experimenting over time.
torquill: The magician Howl (happy things)
Today was productive. In addition to having a good call with my therapist, I:

Did lots of stuff )
torquill: Doctor Wilson, thoughtful (wilson)
Well, hopefully the water box is settled for real this time.

Suck it up, buttercup )
torquill: The devourer of worlds is not impressed. (devourer)
So of course the water was out again by the time I brushed my teeth before bed.

A peek at the filter housing this morning told me why: inside the clear plastic, it's simply black. I was naive to think I could carve out a big chunk of mud inside the screen and hook it right up to the house again. So I get to go up, clear the screen, siphon the water box, and then flush the pipes thoroughly, hoping we don't get another mudslide in the screen later.

I think, in future, I will plan on having the water off for 24 hours after a cleaning, and simply leave the screen dumping directly into the stream. Of course, I hope that in future there will be less and less silt to manage...

I should pick up some more replacement filter cartridges (I have one left). So much for a six-month cartridge life... this one lasted about ten hours.
torquill: Coveralls with the patches "Henry's Garage" and "Forensics" (henry)
Today's weather started all right, then went from bad to worse.

Fortunately, I went out and dealt with the waterbox around midday, so by the time the wind picked up I was safely inside. It had been steadily drizzling all morning, which I didn't really mind; sure, my pants legs got soaked from hiking through the ferns, and my coat got damp, but it was still warm. And my boots are still waterproof up to the laces.

Maintenance hatch )
torquill: Coveralls with the patches "Henry's Garage" and "Forensics" (henry)
Today I re-hung the back porch door at last.

The door complete, no burn today, and small animals for $400 )
torquill: Art-deco cougar face (Default)
I got up at 5am this morning to make breakfast, gather my things, and drive Other to Portland for his appointment. He is currently sleeping it off in the Annex, where no one is likely to disturb him but the occasional bat coming and going. He has his dinner, there's a pad under him, and he gets released in the morning.

All fixed up and ready to go )
torquill: The dough has gone to war... (baking)
It turns out that you can, indeed, make things with straight Aronia berries...

Tasty fruit thingies )
torquill: Art-deco cougar face (cougar)
I was very happy to see a little face peering at me from the hedge this morning.

Last night it occurred to me that I hadn't seen Other in some time. As I was climbing into bed I realized I hadn't heard him singing in close to a month. Yet someone was eating the cat food on the front porch, cleaning the bowl once and even twice a day. With a sinking feeling, I thought, what if we're feeding a coyote now, rather than the cat?

Coyotes do roam near here, and while Other is a quick and wary cat, coyotes get even the quick ones sometimes. I decided to scatter flour around the food bowl and see what tracks I got. By the time I went to let out the chickens (Jenny was busy writing a letter to mail when we headed to town this morning) the only tracks were those from the jay. But as I emerged from the garage, looking around for Only, there was this little round tabby face staring at me on the edge of the driveway.

Good timing )
torquill: Doctor Wilson, thoughtful (wilson)
Yesterday, Conrad and I tackled the main beaver dam.

Draining the swamp )
torquill: The dough has gone to war... (baking)
Every so often, I come into the living room and I find something new on the table by my chair. Sometimes it's a cartoon, or a couple of magnifiers, but often it's a book. A week ago it was "Your Out Of Control Ferret" (how to train a pet ferret), but today it was a book on making clay bread ovens.

Cooking up some ideas )
torquill: The magician Howl (happy things)
So, yesterday was Friday. Thursday afternoon I started to hear rumbling sounds, and it took a clear peal before I realized my aunt was not moving furniture. She thought I'd fallen out of bed. Turns out thunderstorms here are more dramatic than they are at home.

Clearing the air, getting back on track, and closing the door )
torquill: The devourer of worlds is not impressed. (devourer)
Still coping with smoke. The full week of rain that was forecast never arrived; heavy dews and a few brief showers have had to suffice. We're apparently better off than Willamina proper, though the smoke seems to be in the habit of descending in the afternoon, and even this morning it stung my nose a little. It could be worse: McMinnville and Beaverton have AQI readings in the mid-200s, and Salem is around 350.

Strategizing )
torquill: A sweet potato flower (gardening)
I was looking up decomposed volcanic ash (andisol), as that's what we have on the higher parts of the property; the lower parts are dominated by alluvial deposits, partly from andisols, partly from ultisols (old forest soils). The lower areas, thanks to the silt from a couple of centuries of stream activity and rampant plant growth, are pretty fertile, though verging on acidic bog land... I have a decent idea what they're like (probably a bit low in minerals, high in organic matter and sequestered nitrogen and potassium, fertile if you can get it drained and bring the pH up). But the volcanic ash is new to me.

Soil wonkery )
torquill: Art-deco cougar face (Default)
I am reminded that the original meaning of "smog" was smoke plus fog. Apparently the valley is so thick with it that advisories have been issues to people urging them to stay home rather than driving. I'm guessing, in London parlance, that in some places it's a real "pea-souper".

The forecast this week was for rain, a 50% chance most days. So far we haven't seen any, just the smog. At least that's white, and it doesn't smell like a campfire out there; we're even getting some feeble sun. But I don't want to be breathing it more than I have to. I noticed yesterday that I was tired and grumpy, with some brain fog -- it's hard to tell what's psychological and what is cumulative exposure to fine particulates, especially since my joints aren't hurting, but better safe than sorry.

I grabbed a photo of the hygrometer reading 99% this morning.

I need to go into Salem for groceries, and I'd like to do my laundry... with the weather right now, using a washing machine would be a relief, even if I have to hang my clothes in the upstairs hall again. I was hoping to do it tomorrow, but I'll have to see whether the fog clears, or whether we have pouring rain. If it's reasonable, I'll spend half a day out there taking care of business.

I'm feeling a bit of cabin fever. The rain can't come soon enough -- I don't mind working in the damp, and there's still plenty to do.
torquill: Coveralls with the patches "Henry's Garage" and "Forensics" (henry)
"You're not gonna believe this," said the smaller of the two plumbers, about three hours in.

"What?" I said, braced for just about anything (this is an old house, with somewhat irrational plumbing).

"We're almost done."

"...No way."

"I told ya!"

Waterworks, trees, and agreement all around )

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