The Deluge

Finally.  We got some decent rain Tuesday evening.  We must have gotten a decent shower when we were gone but that was a month ago and the grass was the color of old guacamole.  We got nearly an inch and a half Tuesday night, just about a perfect amount.  It may have come down a little hard and consequently there was quite a bit of runoff, but I cavil.  Our poor mistreated grass is so thin it doesn’t hold the rain so that it soaks in well and when the sun comes out the next day it can’t shade the damp ground.  But for now all is good and maybe we won’t have to go another month before we get another shower.

Kari and the girls are heading for Garland next week to rendezvous with Auntie Jill and their cousins.  I don’t know if they will stay through Jill and Kaylee’s birthday or not.  Then the Wylies will be here the weekend before the 4th.  That’s less than three weeks away.  Summer is truckin right along.
This morning I strolled around the place with my pole trimmer taking off dead limbs.  Good ol’ Chris hauled the trimmings plus all the twig rakings I’d piled up in the south lane so next weekend I can start down the east lane trimming and raking, if I don’t have to mow. and I probably will.  I mowed around my yard last Sunday with the hand mower and may decide to do it again tomorrow.  It’s been nearly two years since I’ve had to mow that frequently.

Speaking of the runoff from the rain, I need to engineer some way of getting all the water than runs down the north and south lanes, and it can be considerable, to run into the tree line so it benefits the trees as much as possible and so it doesn’t cut gullies in the lanes.  I wonder if a series of raised elongated mounds of caliche, of which I have an ample supply readily at hand, would accomplish that?  They would have to be extended well into the tree line to keep the water from washing them out and there would have to be a series to keep too much water from building up before it hit the barriers.  Maybe I’ll work on that a little in my spare time.

And speaking of trimming trees, there are a number of dead ones, mostly elms but also the spruce east of 2005 and one I never new what was.  I took that one down last Saturday.  The elms, being large trees, are pretty unsightly.  I think the best approach will be to cut what I can safely, then hire someone to do the rest.  It will probably require a cherry picker to get up high enough to cut limbs in such a way that they don’t destroy a fence.  It’s sad to see the dead trees around town, some of them quite large.  It will take decades to replace them.  I guess one could say that most of the trees around town wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for people watering them.  Stop watering (or run out of water) and we would revert to prairie pretty fast.  But even in places where the trees grow naturally get hit by ice and snow storms that bring them down, not to mention hurricanes and fires.  I guess most things are more temporary, including ourselves, than we like to think about.

Rare Toad

Chris rousted a toad out of the culvert under the 2005 driveway while trying to remove whatever was blocking it.  Rebecca and Abigail brought it down to the south lane where I was working to show me.  Toads are rare on SA, you see.  Chris didn’t completely succeed in removing the blockage but it will now allow water to run through it where before it was completely stopped up. Continue reading “Rare Toad”

Rainout Makeup Party

Our neighbors are hosting a party this evening.  Kari worked all year on a committee at Olsen Park charged with planning and raising money for an Outdoor Education Day at Ceta Canyon.  It was rained out or at least inhibited because of rain so Kari invited the committee people, about 12 families, to a party on SA expecting only a few to accept.  She has reason to believe there will be 50 attendees counting children.  I mowed her yard for her but otherwise I’m making myself scarce. Continue reading “Rainout Makeup Party”

Close Call In Munich

There was high drama in Munich yesterday.  Our flight from Hamburg where we disembarked to Munich was late getting off and there was only about an hour between flights to begin with.  When we landed in Munich, there was a van waiting on the tarmac and we were whisked through customs and security to the gate with minutes to spare.  Continue reading “Close Call In Munich”

Wee Lassies In Kilts

Before dinner yesterday evening we listened to the Music Scotland Show.  There were kilts, and wee lassies and good fun all around if you like bagpipe music.  Bagpipes remind me of what Mark Twain said about listening to Wagner.  “It puts me in mind of the night the orphan asylum burned down.”

Joyce spent the morning with her book and doing a little laundry.  We were running out of undies so she visited the ship laundromat.  I strolled over to the Brittanica, Queen Elizabeth’s yacht, but the crowds dissuaded me from going through it.  Betsy and Bryant did, though, and had good things to say about it.  In the afternoon we  took a bus tour through Edinburgh.  Although it’s hard to see from a bus,  it is an impressive city.  Lots of imposing buildings.  There was a lot of traffic and a parade for one of the Edinburgh soccer teams that had won the Scotland championship the day before.  We stayed clear of the parade.  After touring the city, we stopped at Edinburgh Castle and spent some time going through it.  It’s really a fort and in fact still houses some of the Scot military.  The fort is built on top of Edenburg Rock and was never successfully attacked our guide told us.  He said there had been some kind of structure there for a couple of thousand years, I think.