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Saturday, June 22 2013

I took some pictures this morning


A moth I saw resting on a garlic stem this morning. Click to enlarge.


I hoped this garter snake would stick out his tongue but he got nervous. At the top of the steps down to the north end of the Stick Trail. Click to enlarge.

Gretchen and Sarah the Vegan spent most of the day over in Ancramdale across the Hudson out under the hot sun picking strawberries. Gretchen is always telling me to just let professionals do things and to not try to do everything myself. But then she does something like this, which (in my opinion) is best left to a professional migrant worker.
Not that I didn't also get some exercise under the hot sun. I spent hours processing salvaged firewood that had accumulated in the yard. Some of the logs had been lying on the ground for as long as 18 months and had developed advanced invertebrate societies beneath them. I bucked the long pieces into woodstove-length units and then split them into generally large pieces. By the end of the day, I'd stacked the backmost stack of wood nearly to the rafters of the woodshed (which only has enough room for stacks). It's been my experience that I use about half of a completely full woodshed in a typical winter, and at this point (given that the annex is full and two of the other stacks already contain some wood) the woodshed is nearly half-full already.
When Gretchen and Sarah returned with their combined $70 worth of strawberries, Sarah made me a makeshift strawberry shortcake[REDACTED].
Later I drove out to 9W in Kingston to get some provisions: booze for the laboratory booze closet, anti-deer netting, large tomato cages, hose clamps (to reup stockpiles that my firewood cart projects had depleted), and a couple of motion-sensor devices. One of these devices was battery operated and made a loud noise whenever it detected motion. The other was for activating a 120 volt lightbulb. The woman who checked me out at the Home Depot looked like she might have the rare chromosomal abnormality known as Turner Syndrome, and if so, her genome contained only a single X chromosome. Women afflicted with this condition typically have webbed necks.
Back at the house, I put gafes around the larger tomatoes and erected a fence of anti-deer netting around both tomato patches (and the patch of greens and asparagus in between). I then set up the motion-detecting noisemaker to scare away Richard the Deer should he approach the garlic patch from the north. At some point I will probably want to do something to thwart any assault Richard might make on the main garden from the north, since it is still undefended and he has sacked it from that direction in the past.


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