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09 April 2017

Blue for Birds




This past year we moved, somewhat unexpectedly, from a lovely 1914-era flat to an only slightly more recent 1920s-era bungalow. Moving in midsummer there was no time to do much yard-wise other than add some containers of kitchen herbs just outside the back door.

In the fall, finally settled in and mostly unpacked, we assessed what might be done. The maple tree would be a centerpiece for it all. Or so we thought . . .




Because the tree hadn't been pruned in awhile and we were worried about its branches resting on the electrical wires (and possibly our neighbor's garage roof), we had an arborist some in to take a look at the situation. Much to our great disappointment, we learned that the tree--largely because it had not been pruned, likely in a very great while, had "misgrown." The trunk was twinned and was at great risk of splitting and other large branches were causing problems as well.




The arborist described it as a "Danger Tree" and recommended it be not simply pruned but removed altogether. That will happen in a few weeks and gone with it is our pleasant daydream of a Tolkien-esque Party Tree. What we'll be left with (other than a much welcome stack of firewood to season over the coming months) is a very large, very open, unshaded space.




The loss of this tree is hard, dangerous though it may be. My Beloved Spousal Unit and I both grew up in many-treed yards and, while we are largely urban dwellers, we treasure having trees always and always near us. Once it has been removed we'll be looking to possibly replace it. But for now, given a modest budget, we'll let that go until next year. In the meantime, the focus will be on creating a small herb and vegetable garden. One part of that will be a bird bath.


 

The store-boughten bird baths are nice but we wanted something a little less standard. Last year in our small (last second, we just moved in herb garden) we had a terracotta planter base set atop a terracotta vase. Since it wasn't meant to be permanent, the one was not attached to the other. Which worked fine for the birds, but not so fine when our resident squirrels--Harry, Twitch, and D'Artagnan--discovered it! Many mornings I would come out to find the bath in two pieces, unbroken fortunately.



 
This year we've decided to go a little fancier and sturdier. And is our wont, we wanted to make it ourselves by reusing materials. First up was the base from last summer's bird bath. We made occasional visit to Goodwill, where we found two possible basins.




Testing them out, though, we found that the handmade pottery basin was out of proportion and too small. We could also see that the basin really wasn't deep enough to provide sufficient bathing space.
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And, following the Goldilocks routine, the second find turned out to be too large! Keeping the 3 squirrels in mind, it also looked at though it would be top heavy and likely to fall over when the beasties jumped up on to it.




The whole idea of a terracotta design went out the window, though, when we noticed that the base-vase has a long crack along its middle circumference. So, back to the hunt it was! Goodwill is always good, but Savers in Madison has been a real gold mine for many of our household or, in my case, theater and art projects. We lucked out when we found a large ceramic vase and a glazed serving bowl.




The assembly wasn't too much of a chore at all. First, the design issue: which way should the base go! 



Either way looked nice, so we went with the version on the left.  The next step was to give it some weight. We had some sand leftover from our Wisconsin winter snow-n-ice stash. That went in nearly to the brim.




We cleaned the brim of the vase and the bottom of the basin with isopropyl alcohol . . .



 
 . . . and then ran a line of silicone adhesive around the brim edge.



Once the basin was secured, we let it stand in our front porch area so the adhesive could cure for 24 hours.




This afternoon, taking advantage of the first truly gloriously warm day of Spring, and despite there being no pots of herbs to keep it company just yet, we placed it in our kitchen garden area and filled it with water. 




Now . . . it's just a matter of waiting for the birds to find it!


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23 December 2016

Happy Solstice 2016





"Winter is the time for comfort,
for good food and warmth,
for the touch of a friendly hand
and for a talk beside the fire:
it is the time for a home."

                    — Edith Sitwell



 

 

 

 


 

 
May the deeply dark star-filled nights,
the cold, bright mornings, and
the long shadows of afternoon silences
be yours and be for all who share your path.
 
 
 

21 December 2015

Happy Solstice (2015)



May the delight of the child's heart be yours.




May your home be filled with solace, joy, and laughter.




May you have stories to tell and memories to share.




May you see beauty in unexpected places.




May there be magic, wonder, and tales of travel for you.







May the deeply dark star-filled nights,
the cold, bright mornings, and
the long shadows of afternoon silences
be yours and be for all who share your path.




And please, oh all that be, let there be peace on earth.





07 May 2013

Pepys Into The Past



Some brilliant soul is Tweeting lines from the famous diary of Samuel Pepys.  This morning's is such a flourish of language, color, and images, that I must needs post it here for our collective entertainment!

First, how do you pronounce his name?
"The accepted pronunciation today of his curiously spelled name is PEEPS. Sam definitely pronounced his name PEEPS as do the descendents of his sister Paulina. However other branches of the family pronounce it PEPPIS."

[from the Samuel Pepys Diary FAQ]
I am going with old Sam and dear Paulina; PEEPS it is.   




And then, who is this fascinating creature? Here are the first two paragraphs from that font of human knowledge, Wikipedia. I've left the links active, just for fun.

"Samuel Pepys' FRS, MP, JP, (pron.: /ˈpps/;[1] 23 February 1633 – 26 May 1703) was an English naval administrator and Member of Parliament who is now most famous for the diary he kept for a decade while still a relatively young man. Although Pepys had no maritime experience, he rose by patronage, hard work and his talent for administration, to be the Chief Secretary to the Admiralty under both King Charles II and subsequently King James II.

His influence and reforms at the Admiralty were important in the early professionalisation of the Royal Navy.[2] The detailed private diary Pepys kept from 1660 until 1669 was first published in the 19th century, and is one of the most important primary sources for the English Restoration period. It provides a combination of personal revelation and eyewitness accounts of great events, such as the Great Plague of London, the Second Dutch War and the Great Fire of London."

Mr. Pepys would utterly adore the Internet age.  If here were alive now, he would have invented Twitter if some else hadn't already done so.


Samuel Pepys diary manuscript volumes
Image source: Wikipedia

Here's more on him from the Samuel Pepys Diary FAQ cited above:
"Although he was known in his day for his efficient work with the navy, he is famous now for his intimate personal diary, written between 1660 and 1669. It is evocative of the 17th century, a time of great change in England but it is its intensely personal description of a man who is vain, lecherous, hard working, keen to learn, in love with yet argumentative with his wife, and determined to leave his mark on the world that makes his diary so fascinating even 350 years later."

I am happy to report that the whole of Pepys' diary now resides on my Kindle reader, thanks to the good people at Project Gutenberg. Here is the link to the various formats they offer (as well as a link to read it online).

Off to breakfast then, wishing I were doing so amid a noise of trumpets and fidlers and wearing a scarlett waistcloathe!

29 July 2012

The Pristine Green Machine





"Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night 
stays these couriers from the swift completion 
of their appointed rounds."

[inscription on the James Farley Post Office in New York City]


The same may be said of Typospherians for whom a handmade sign on any street corner beckons with all the power of those mermaid Sirens who lured Odysseus and his men to their islands. Even if, like brave Odysseus, we claim we shall withstand the call . . . still . . . the machines . . .  the machines . . .  we wants them we do.




This is the latest typewriter to enter our abode.  My Beloved Spousal Unit ~ who has quite the knack for finding older machines in exceptional condition ~ found it at an estate sale.  And not just any estate sale; the kind flush with old snow blowers, stacks of worn Tupperware containers, and the like.  This estate was of an honored gentleman, a physician and scholar.  Books lined the walls, my Beloved told me.  Amid the quiet memories of a full life sat a silvery case.  Within a near mint condition Olympia SM3.




The case showed some light wear, but the machine itself is in glorious condition.  Even the bushings are in good shape. All I needed to do was wind a new ribbon onto its spools.




The typeface is an elegant script.  
I especially love the way some of the uppercase letters swoop low with a flourish.







I've named this one Dr. Laurence 
~ a modified version of its original owner's name ~ 
and in his honor and memory.



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