While much of the nation sadly burns, in western Oregon we have rained our way through June. Gardens are green and suntans scarce.
Here’s the new gate, which keeps Max the terrier in and maybe helps keep the deer out.
Mr. O built it from Douglas fir and miscellaneous old hardware. He used a chisel to taper the ends of the pickets. The undulating top curve went through two incarnations and involved a great deal of thunder and lightning to resolve. I’m very pleased with it and Mr. O is kindly acclimating to the final version of the curve.
He also added a top board to the adjacent fence so now it is much more fence-like and more closely fulfills my need for a walled garden.
The fence boards are rough lumber.
Mr. O sometimes acquires an extra log, usually by way of the hand-hewing he does on an occasional log-house restoration project–here’s a log in process of becoming part of a building:
Logs that aren’t hewed sometimes go to a mill and are sawed into wide boards for use in whatever five or twelve future projects he has in mind. (I want ALL of the boards for MY ideas of projects but I always have to share and I hope you appreciate how difficult that is.)
Now I will write a little bit about plants, since fences and gates are nice but everyone else in this hemisphere is gardening right now and of course I too have some things I haven’t yet killed.
The image below illustrates a group, or pack, of quite humble garden plants, but I did want to show you the spotted nasturtium leaves.
Among other things, here is blue lobelia, white annual gypsophila elegans and of course the nasturtiums with printed leaves. Oh I think they’re sometimes called variegated, which is fine if you want to be practical to the point of comatose, but polka-dotted or striped is just so much more like a dress for a Saturday night dance in summer…
I suppose there will be blooms. Later.
That’s it for plants. In other news, we went to the metal recyling place.
People sell old bits of metal things here, by the pound, and if anything is useful it gets picked out by the sorting people and resold in the salvage yard, which is kind of a fun place to poke around–not like the yacht club or Neiman Marcus, but still…
Well no I don’t really have a yacht but I do have a sieve, and someday I plan to sail away in it just like The Jumblies–and to pass the night in a crockery jar and later maybe bring home an owl and a cranberry tart and a hive of silvery bees…
See those enormous springs in center of the image above? You might use one vertically, I thought for a moment, and grow a plant up through it, but then I felt it might appear that the plant was in jail, like a tomato cage only worse.
But you can sometimes find something useful in these cast-off bits of the culture.
Among other items there was a stack of never-used wheelbarrow tub things, which I have learned are oddly called trays instead of tubs, and Mr. O bought one ($10) to repair our rusted wheelbarrow.
He came home and got the new shiny blue wheelbarrow part attached to the weathered wood and wheel parts just before the rain started again. (I’m going to paint out that odd word on the new tub and kind of do a customized paint job –rather like a race car. I might show you how it turns out unless it actually looks worse.)
Fruitwise, the Royal Ann cherries are starting to ripen. We are in a race with the birds, which arrive in flocks and then each bird absconds with a cherry. To make up for it I pick six cherries at a time. They aren’t truly ripe yet but I’m eating the almost ripe ones because of the bird race –still I think the birds are winning.