Off to cut some alders...Dead Man's Run, several Nancy Todays
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
7:30 pm
All these thoughts about my pains just got to me. I needed to go outside and try to cut down at least one little alder branch for my tipi.
I carried my saw which Willem had hidden under my bed for me so the boys won’t wreck it, one of the white metal chairs outside by the house and my camera down to the stream. I was wearing my newly flowered Vietnamese hat.
I stopped to make a Nancy Today about the evening lighting. It was quite pretty.
I carried my chair upside down on my head till I got to the end of the berm on the highway, then crossed the ditch and the broken down rusty metal fence.
The flattened long yellow grass was covered in patches with water. The area into Ben’s pathway just inside the berm was blocked by an alder which had many dead branches standing upright in it.
I broke them off and speared them into the brush under the corner cedars. However, I realized that lining them up on the ground would be much better and my feet would stay nice and dry if I could walk on some sticks instead of in the puddle.
I bent and cut one alder which was about an inch thick. Later I tried cutting another one that wasn’t bent over. It took much more time to cut it, but it was just a bit too far for my crippled arm to hold it bent over.
I took five pellets under my tongue of Arnica Montana when the familiar pain seared into my upper arm muscles. In a few moments the pain had subsided. Nice!
I was tired so I sat down and made a Nancy Today of what I’d done, cut two measly branches for weaving the walls in my tipi.
I heard an American Bittern in the marsh beyond the marshwoods. I was so thrilled I made a Nancy today of it, eventhough it didn’t ‘hit the fencepost’ while I was filming.
My narrow metal chair legs sank into the soft ground when I sat down.
On the way hoem, I thought of entering Frog Way to see if the marsh had dried up a bit.
It had, so I walked on the tops of the ridges. The heap of soil beside the old well is an interesting pile. In it grows the sumacks. The rabbits have chewed off the bark this winter. They left very telling teeth marks. They didn’t ring the trees, though so they will continue to grow this year.
I stopped by my makeshift pig pen. I’d like to get a little piglet and raise him on the grass in there. It would be nice to have him root it all up for me!
I thought of doing a Nancy Today on the fiddleheads, but they haven’t poked up through the brown layer of last year’s ostrich ferns. Are they ostrich? Cinnamon? I’ll have to look them up to be sure which ones they are.
I took a chance and headed back up into the bottom of the ravine, the gorge between cedar hillside and sunrise hillside, or the terrarium as I like to call it because of the kind of ferns that grow on it.
I made a Nancy today of dead man’s run and the rocks and the house up on top of the pinnacle. It was interesting to see it look so big and forbidding from this angle. It’s a very small house, a little chalet with a vaulted ceiling.
But it’s just right for me!
7:30 pm
All these thoughts about my pains just got to me. I needed to go outside and try to cut down at least one little alder branch for my tipi.
I carried my saw which Willem had hidden under my bed for me so the boys won’t wreck it, one of the white metal chairs outside by the house and my camera down to the stream. I was wearing my newly flowered Vietnamese hat.
I stopped to make a Nancy Today about the evening lighting. It was quite pretty.
I carried my chair upside down on my head till I got to the end of the berm on the highway, then crossed the ditch and the broken down rusty metal fence.
The flattened long yellow grass was covered in patches with water. The area into Ben’s pathway just inside the berm was blocked by an alder which had many dead branches standing upright in it.
I broke them off and speared them into the brush under the corner cedars. However, I realized that lining them up on the ground would be much better and my feet would stay nice and dry if I could walk on some sticks instead of in the puddle.
I bent and cut one alder which was about an inch thick. Later I tried cutting another one that wasn’t bent over. It took much more time to cut it, but it was just a bit too far for my crippled arm to hold it bent over.
I took five pellets under my tongue of Arnica Montana when the familiar pain seared into my upper arm muscles. In a few moments the pain had subsided. Nice!
I was tired so I sat down and made a Nancy Today of what I’d done, cut two measly branches for weaving the walls in my tipi.
I heard an American Bittern in the marsh beyond the marshwoods. I was so thrilled I made a Nancy today of it, eventhough it didn’t ‘hit the fencepost’ while I was filming.
My narrow metal chair legs sank into the soft ground when I sat down.
On the way hoem, I thought of entering Frog Way to see if the marsh had dried up a bit.
It had, so I walked on the tops of the ridges. The heap of soil beside the old well is an interesting pile. In it grows the sumacks. The rabbits have chewed off the bark this winter. They left very telling teeth marks. They didn’t ring the trees, though so they will continue to grow this year.
I stopped by my makeshift pig pen. I’d like to get a little piglet and raise him on the grass in there. It would be nice to have him root it all up for me!
I thought of doing a Nancy Today on the fiddleheads, but they haven’t poked up through the brown layer of last year’s ostrich ferns. Are they ostrich? Cinnamon? I’ll have to look them up to be sure which ones they are.
I took a chance and headed back up into the bottom of the ravine, the gorge between cedar hillside and sunrise hillside, or the terrarium as I like to call it because of the kind of ferns that grow on it.
I made a Nancy today of dead man’s run and the rocks and the house up on top of the pinnacle. It was interesting to see it look so big and forbidding from this angle. It’s a very small house, a little chalet with a vaulted ceiling.
But it’s just right for me!