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AMY SMITH LINTON

Farming: Raise High the Roof Beam

2/27/2015

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Improvements to Base Camp are so much more scenic than improvements we make to the soil of the Would-Be Farm. 

Last I checked, almost nobody likes to look at pictures of well-aged manure or leaf mould. And frankly, the process of lopping and shaping the old apple trees is worth about two whole sentences...not that I limit myself...

So, back to Base Camp: a worn, dented, bargain-basement camper, regardless the fresh paint, is wont to crumple under the weight of snow if given the opportunity.  And –– situated as it is at the business end of the Great Lakes, our Would-Be Farm provides month after month of snow opportunity.  

What's a sensible and interesting solution? Lacking a time-machine and a money-tree with which to re-write history, we decided to put a lid on it. A roof, to be exact. 


A variety of creative but perhaps over-ambitious or overly-complicated options floated by. Since I kind of sold the idea of the farm to Mr. Linton as an excellent source of new neural pathways (see also: Adventure! Fresh air! Wildlife!), Base Camp has succeeded. It has certainly given us some cool intellectual puzzles to ponder.  

The question of materials -- reclaimed or new, for instance, kept us busy for a chunk of time.  I'd like to say we have the moral satisfaction and savings of reusing lumber, but it's obvious we did not use used.  The logistical challenge of locating the square footage of metal roofing -- and getting it to the Farm? And recycling that many 2x4's? Uh, not on our schedule.

I can take some small satisfaction in supporting a locally-owned business that cheerfully delivered on time. 
With the help of some of the best carpentering minds of our acquaintance –– including my sister Sarah, Jeff's brother John, bright North Country all-rounder Kurt –– we set our minds on a pole-barn constructed around the camper. The walls to be be left open (it's kind of a temporary building ––for now) and the sheltering metal roof to include transparent panels for light. Add a sizable wooden deck to cut down on the mud, and poof! Base Camp suddenly looks a LOT sturdier.

Of course, we had to move the fire pit, and we learned that the Empire apple-tree we planted is just a scoochy-bitty-bit too close to the camper, and who knows what the squirrels and field-mice and voles think about this little slice of heaven come snow-time, but that's a neural challenge for another season. 
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File Under: Long Winters

2/24/2015

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It's been a long winter for the northern part of the Northern Hemisphere... 
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...what's a good synonym for "disturbing"?
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The Neighbors

2/20/2015

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This parent osprey and his/her brood of two are keeping watch over the northern side of the house these days. When not eating fish, the three line up and watch us earth-bound creatures as we move around in the sand.

Getting a bead on us in their sharp eyesight, they all three perform a sassy head-slide, as if saying, "Oh no you dint-ent!"

They make a LOT of noise: they are the avian version of SNL's Loud family. (An obscure sketch that was too annoying to continue...) 
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Fun facts.
The scientific name is Pandion haliaetus, after Athenian king Pandion whose daughters were turned into birds after an unfortunate domestic-violence-rape-and-cannibalism incident. After that bit of flair, it's a bit of a let-down to find out that  "haliaetus" means "eagle." The osprey is supposedly also known as a fish-eagle. Not that I have ever heard them called so.

The osprey (along with most of our North American birds of prey) nearly died out in the 1960's and 1970's, as the pesticide DDT in the food chain led to fatally thin eggshells. It's been a pleasure to watch the numbers bounce back. 22 ospreys on the the light fixtures on the 3-mile-long Howard Frankland Bridge the other day.  Thank you Rachel Carson and Silent Spring!  
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Gratitude: A Fifth Short List

2/17/2015

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I imagined that it would be easy to list a dozen things a day that make me happy. Two dozen. More –– I recognize that I live a cheerful and lucky life. But as it turns out, it's often the same things each day. Here are a few:
  1. Having people in my life who remain good friends no matter how we drift thither and yon.
  2. My small dog. 
  3. Cashmere. A cliché perhaps, but every time I yank one of those bad-boy thrift-store sweaters over my head on a cold morning -- I'm just glad.
  4. Bookwormy genes. I suspect that having our collective noses stuck in a book kept the family from visiting criminal mischief upon one another during those long North Country winters of my youth.
  5. A bird-feeder. For $10 in seed, I am the benevolent Seed Goddess to a flock of house finches and cardinals and an assortment of their feathery pals.



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The Small Dog Chronicles: It's Like This, Dog.

2/13/2015

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Dogs belong on the floor. 
People belong on the couch.

The Small Dog Chronicles


Dogs LOVE trucks.

The Small Dog Chronicles

Sitting properly is easy. It's natural.  Anyone can do it, even a dog.


Dogs don't get onto the bed. 
The Small Dog Chronicles
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Long walks outside are GREAT. 


Cool weather is invigorating.



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Sailing is the Life For Me

2/10/2015

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Sailors. They love a good tall-tale metaphor. If the wind is not "blowing the dogs off their chains" or "blowing stink," well, then "Watching sailboats race is as exciting as watching paint dry." "...as watching grass grow." "...as watching iron rust." 
Flying Scot Sailboat.
The language of sailing –– salty, and specialized as a secret code –– appeals to me nearly as much as the experience of it.

The arcane vocabulary: Outboard vangs. Gennikers. Mast-abeam! Righting moments and sea-room. Halyards. The headed tack. Sheets and blocks and binnacles. And cabbages and kings. 

For additional entertainment value, some phrases have a specific and divergent meaning in another setting. A sailor's "short sheet" is considerably less comical than a camper's. Broaches are still out of fashion, but "puff on" might also be describing a fluffy bedspread.  And it's far less macabre than it sounds to "loosen the shrouds" on a sailboat. 

A quick visit to 1930's London provides another sort of "topping lift." Maybe in this nifty ride?
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 Likewise "Head up" is solid advice for equestrians, while "Bear off" simply makes good sense in any setting.  And don't even get my inner 12-year-old going on the whole spinnker-pole/guy thing. Or "trim." Or "rhumb lines."

One of the youngsters of my acquaintance, a feisty little scrapper, used to echo her dad's call to "Tack!" with a maniacal chorus of "Attack! Attack! Attack!"  

Close enough.
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Pink as a Value Judgement

2/6/2015

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As a kid, I admired storybook heroines who rejected embroidery in favor of swordplay. 

Disney princesses had not yet begun to paint little girls into that garish pink corner, but still –– traditional feminine pursuits just seemed feeble. The relentless focus on compliant behavior, fussy clothes, and elaborate grooming rituals, plus the very long wait for rescue –– it seemed like pretty thin gruel. 

I pictured myself as a tomboyish adventurer, Peter-Panning my way through adolescence. Bucking the system. You know, being the hero, not the princess.
 
But the world of boys –– threading worms on hooks, making blackpowder to burn, hammering and sawing things –– didn't seem complete either. 
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Even though I wanted to spurn and revile all the domestic arts, I also wanted to cook the odd batch of cookies. 

It felt unkind, having learned a little about carpentry, to turn my back on the careful measurement and handwork involved in making a quilt or brewing a batch of soap.

Because I get things backwards on a regular basis, it only later occurred to me later how unfair my youthful judgement had been. As if the world splits neatly into two! Or that one side is better than the other.

It's not black-and-white, our world, with yin versus yang, feeble versus fierce, pink the opposite of blue, them against us. It's not a competition.  

All the various qualities add up to something more like a big turbine, or something mechanical with multiple sets of meshing gears and cogs, constantly in motion. Hmm. Maybe that metaphor doesn't quite work...but still, the world is complicated and overlapping. 
In any case, I'm okay with Disney pink these days. 

Wear pink all you like, boys and girls, but please learn to change the oil in the lawn-mower and don't turn your nose up because some skill set seems to belong to the other half of the world. That is all.  Carry on. 
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(These images lifted from Arthur Rackham's wonderful illustrations for Grimm's Fairy Tales and The Romance of King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table, Alfred W. Pollard's abridgment of Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur.)
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Pedro says...

2/3/2015

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Anyone driving up or down the east coast of the US on I-95 knows this place.   
South of the Border
South of the Border is a classic high camp roadside attraction that started in 1950 -- a good twenty years before I-95 really got going as the highway Voted Most Likely to Host a Serial Killer. 
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I'm usually okay with traveling solo, but this is not a destination I recommend for visiting without company. "High camp" feels pretty freaky-strange after a few hundred miles of divided highway driving.
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All these outsized concrete animals tracking you with hungry concrete eyes. 
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It's like the song by the Doors, "People are strange/When you're a stranger."
South of the Border
But I think you'd be perfectly fine with company. Especially if they will watch your back while you're looking through the view-finder.
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