But not all grey. One last picture from the excursion to the Interior; mostly last year’s pinecones, but there are a few from this year too.
Went to the Princeton Traditional Music Festival, of course. You should definitely add it to your list of Things To Do in the summer; it’s free and loads of fun. Everything from traditional British folk music to 1930s Argentinian tango to a Balkan brass band.
And of course a great time was had by all—music, old friends, music, new friends…. Sang myself hoarse at the Saturday night party (you know the shanty singing is loud when it makes waves run through your beer). Continue reading
Some time last year I was doing something by the pond waterfall and thought to myself, “Huh. Wasn’t there a shutoff valve on the piping for the waterfall somewhere around here?” But I couldn’t find it. And then I promptly forgot about it.
We have a fairly big pond, with a pump that sends pond water through pipes up a small rise and over a big rock to run down a short channel layered in pebbles and rock ledges and back into the pond. (It’s called a “pond waterfall” but that term can only be applied accurately if it’s applied very loosely.) But it looks nice and it sounds nice and the birds have baths in the channel.
A couple of years ago a big tree fell on the big rock. It didn’t appear to damage anything, but we realized that summer that the rock’s angle had changed very subtly, so some adjustments to the piping were necessary to keep the water going in the right direction. But even with those adjustments there seemed to be some leakage, so this year I decided to see what I could do to fix the problem short of engaging a backhoe. So once the water level had dropped till the pond contents were mostly mud and the pump was turned off it was time to start work.
So that’s what I’ve been doing for the past couple of weeks. I’ve dug out a section of the smaller rocks and cleaned up a top section of liner. And then I started the pebble rehab on the outside.
My god, what a job. It consists of digging up pebbles—yes, digging them up, they’re buried under years of forest debris that in our climate quickly turns to dirt—and sorting them into a clean pile, then more or less levelling the dirt (filling in the pebble holes, anyway), laying new landscaping cloth and replacing the pebbles on top. It takes an hour or better crouched bent over on a gardening stool—oh my aching back—to do an area about two square feet. The photo gives an idea of the process.
At any rate, today I remembered that the missing shutoff valve was somewhere near where I was working, so I had a go at raking back the soil and pebbles in that area. And there it was—at least four inches down. Since I’d last seen it about four years ago, this means that the rate of accumulation of detritus is at least an inch a year. This does not bode well for the newly cleaned pebbles…
Three or four weeks ago I visited the Big City and in the process went on an excursion to the Reifel Migratory Bird Sanctuary. Wrong time of year to see birds in quantity and variety—the migrations have passed through—but still a lovely place to visit.
Oh, and one of the sloughs has carp in it. If I were this duck I think I would be looking a bit more alarmed.
If you’re interested in design and art, here are a few things you might like:
A sampling of the illustrations from the kids’ book Parrots Over Puerto Rico.
An absolutely true tweet by Volf: How Would You Like Your Graphic Design? (I’ve seen this before, but not with the “free” circle…)
From designboom, bittertang builds buru buru amphitheater from straw wattles. I love this. I want to see one of these at the Commons on Gabriola.