Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Taking stock/Irene

We were luckier than most;  one large tree down across our driveway,  a huge amount of small limb debris the entire length of it (most of which needed to be removed by hand),  the yard had a brief moment of glory as it became Lake Overflow.  The power flickered, flickered, flickered, and finally went out and stayed out for about four or five hours.  When it came on we were still here.

Other people weren't so lucky and even the next day (and possibly even now) are still struggling with no power and large trees draped across their landscapes.

There is an outage map (local) that shows power status for NH, and how much has been restored.  it seems that this is a kind of rolling blackout, where x number of people get their power restored, and by the next day another group has lit up the grid.  They do not pay those line crews enough money,  ever, for the kind of work they do. 

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Some weeks are like that

Tuesday we had an earthquake here on the east coast, never felt a thing. 
Today I found that the Invisible Tomato Worm Horde has been cutting my plants down to size.
This coming weekend we are probably going to get a fairly juicy hurricane.

I can hardly wait for next week...

Monday, August 22, 2011

Roma paste tomatoes

The plants were so little in the containers, I thought, how many tomatoes can they have?   So I bought six plants.  The plants are now nearly five feet high, and while these are the size of small pears, there are at least a hundred to a bush.  That is a LOT of future tomato paste...

Friday, August 19, 2011


if you were to go from here
trailing your long white feet
in the dust like a flightless bird
wanting to fly, not knowing how,
I would wait to watch
you go, heart closed
against the weather
brewing in your eyes:
never saying stay or go

only wait for you
to come back
as if nothing
had happened,
to finish your
breakfast cooling
on the table,

or make that last long step
over the final rise and take wing

Thursday, August 18, 2011


this was the largest rainbow I can remember seeing here--one end of it actually was in the field *g* and it felt like looking into a round prism of some sort, just enchanting.


Wednesday, August 17, 2011

And the dark side of Sf Fantasy

has to be Terry Goodkind, hands down.  His heroines and all her friends, female relatives and children suffer horrible events, both psychological and physical, in great and dreadful detail.  I found two of his books in a book sale, and since Ive seen his books around forEVER I thought, what the hey, for 50 cents, im not losing anything.   yeuwww.

Of course the women are young, terrified, and magical, and of course there is both the Evil Oppressor from whom she is hiding or, it turns out, is actually her father or mother or both--and along comes the Wonderful Hero and manages to put them in even more danger by wanting to help.  The second chapter is where I gave up, on each of them.  

There is something disturbing about that kind of writing, you can almost see the author drooling over the blood and grue.  And you have to wonder why anyone would write this unrelentingly grim kind of SF Fantasy.  It puts me in mind of Stephen Donaldson (Donalson?), but even he lightens the load with a time warp now and then.  Too much leprosy can wear a reader down, after awhile. 

These are going back in the used book cart at the supermarket, may someone else enjoy them. 

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Took me 35 years but by gum I got some now

"Portrait of a Neighbor"
               --Edna Millay

Her lawn looks like a meadow,
And if she mows the place
She leaves the clover standing
And the Queen Anne's lace!

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Sunday, August 7, 2011

You mean it's August again??

Jeeze, I just got used to June, and here it is August.  Im thinking that may account for the slightly puzzled look on many older people's faces;  they've given up keeping track of months, and sometimes years, and wonder where it all went. So do I.

Got our three cords of green wood (for next year) and are waiting for the three cords of seasoned, for this year.  Always have to hope it's enough, no matter how much we have. As I stack the rows now I thumbtack a numbered card on each one, so I can see how far we've got to go.  It only gets scary when we hit April and the card on the next row says "2"...

The Early Girl tomatoes are getting ready to ripen; I expect a tinge of red any day now.  and the six (my god i cannot believe I planted six) Roma pastes are setting fruit.  Late, but that's okay, I think we'll beat the frosts. And I have many many sheets, if there's a threat of frost.  Ive also started constructing next year's potato box, one layer at a time.  Always next week, next  month, next year. 

Live in the moment, but plan ahead