You’ll see some of these pics again in upcoming posts when I can give them the introspective stories they deserve but right now, after struggling for a week to encapsulate ALL that’s gone on in a three week period, I found myself having to concede.

It’s not that I want to post all pictures, no content, but a day’s a day and these last 21 days have ripped along.

We haven’t been busy, a term I refuse to use in my life. That’s for day jobbers. We don’t multi-task and then drop into a pseudo depression, exhausted, in front of the tube with our clicker. We do exercise our option for Advil though, and select movies from our cash, have a little food, talk about the day, and read.

The last of the grapes…the rest are already raisins

Both freezers are full

And the harvest board is finished (after harvesting the oregano and tobacco)

The old veneer comes off from the top of the peddle sewing machine and gets a face lift with paper and poly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Holy hocks are still going strong (despite light frost)

while green tomatoes and peaches are harvested

The fire wood’s got to get down to the silo where we can chain saw it and chop it when needed

The last of the sunflowers are keeping the migratory birds fed

The nursery is getting moved back into its winter home in the earth berm greenhouse. Excited to report the Ithaca red bud (from seed) are looking good!

The pumpkin harvest is better than expected; some for carving, the rest for baking, soups and pies.

The department of making you sad came by and let us know we’d need permits for the fire access road we chose.  The guys who came to drop the truck loads of ¾ gravel understood and just shook their heads.

Since land area is no problem we re-routed the fire access road to connect to the driveway already grandfathered in.

There: Fixed it.

We still have deer passing through.  A buck wandered in and used our ponderosa pine(s) to rid himself of velvet. I’ve caged the trees after the fact.

A friend sent a post Irma picture while cleaning up his yard from the storm. It was entitled Gratitude.

Another friend took me for a sweet summer ride along the west side of Cayuga lake

and on the way we checked out this work by her friend –  a gifted craftsman.

I came across some photos shot by visiting family in 2012. Here’s one before and after. (green house).

Find the greenhouse

Family came to visit and we had an absolutely spectacular time which included a real slide show (with a slide projector), three sisters who made all of the food (thank you!) and were gifted with baskets and covered bottles made out of love by a great, great, grandmother of Apache descent.

We’re expecting rain in the next week. This means we can start chopping and dropping, then, as it rains, continue to drop straw mulch through the winter in order to hold this winter’s moisture in the  soil.

It will be good to see mushrooms again next spring, in the meantime we’re messing around with mushroom kits.

Conscious elective transition from dependencies takes time.  Civilizations rise and fall. Societies carve out their futures in tandem with the tools, resources, and belief systems available. Humans are no more exempt from the dance of entropy than mollusks. I find that fascinating.

In order to cultivate consciousness we tend to stay away from the Blather that poses as ‘news’ these days; as it circle jerks itself into the reactive infinitude of hype, hysteria and useless speculation. We find better company with the more introspective crowd capable of observation and logic about the cogent larger picture set to roll over in the near future.

Faith and spirituality are foundational strengths for many. I’d like to suggest the following; their respective potencies could be increased with a basic understanding of how energy & resources follow cyclic transitions in any society. In English: if we understand the future, we have a meaningful way to respond – that’s called an anchor – and serves us well as we enter the fun-house of catabolic collapse.

Volume I (2006-2007) of the ten Volume set: The Arch Druid Report; The Coming of Peak Oil, has arrived in the mail and once the library is done, will find its home on the shelf as part of the 10 Volume series.

 

Cheers,

sheila