Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Ice Rink




What's David doing at the pond?


He's carrying a big white pail....


...and pouring water on the ice.


And you didn't believe me!


He's dipping it out of a hole in the ice...


...a pretty big hole.




...and then he waters the ice.


To grow ice flowers?


Ice berries?




Or to chase that black thing they call a "puck"?


Maybe the man in the moon knows.


And they think we do silly things.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Winter Settles In


You may take blue skies for granted during the summer, but during a Copper Country winter even a small patch of blue is a jewel.


While we rarely get the bitterly cold weather common to Northern Minnesota, we have already gotten several below zero nights.


Evening grosbeaks at our bird feeder.


An evening spent in the garage drilling holes in the seat blanks for two rocking chairs. I align the pencil lines on the seat with one on the table in order to get the right angles for the legs, back spindles and armrests. Once this is done, the hardest part is over.



Savu got left behind when Jonathan took Kalevi skijoring...


...and expressed his dismay in true Siberian Husky fashion. A chorus of huskies howling is a beautiful, wild sound.


Getting a Christmas tree. This spruce was about 25 feet high, but as it is close the garden, I felt justified in felling it....

for the top eight feet.

Another patch of blue on a cold, blustery day.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

The Effects of Lake Effect Snow


When the wind is out of the Northwest and the temperature is around 20 or lower you can count on lake effect snow. This snow is usually quite dry and fluffy and easy to move. The clouds form bands that pass overhead like waves so that the snowfall is alternately heavy and light. Although the snow is fluffy it can pile up at the rate of several inches an hour.


I once asked a friend of mine who uses a snowscoop to clear his driveway why he never got a snowblower. His response was that he had never seen anyone operating one who looked like he was having fun. Inevitably the snow is blown back into your face and find yourself wrestling with to a misery wip (the oldtime loggers term for a two handled crosscut saw). This year I built a covered cab for my tractor complete with a polycarbonate windshield, windshield wiper and plastic sides. While it's not quite as comfortable as the warm cab of a pickup truck, it is a huge improvement over sitting atop an open tractor. I could have bought a heated cab for for about 4 grand, but I elected to spend a little over a hundred bucks and build one myself.



Winter evenings are long, but they're good for woodworking in the garage. Here I'm gluing up some oak boards for a rocking chair seat. I've never built a chair with oak before, so I am interested in seeing how it turns out. One of the advantages of oak is that because it has an open grain it finishes very well with 120 grit sandpaper. Tight grained woods like cherry require much more sanding - typically beginning with 80 grit and progressing through 120, 150, 180 down to at least 220. If you really want to make it shine you should continue on to 320, 400, & 600 grit. Oak is much more forgiving because fine sandpaper scratches disappear in its porous surface.


The beginnings of two chair seats. I'm planning to add a wide lip in front to make a long curved slope for your legs to rest on and another in the back as a riser into which the back slats are joined - similar to rockers I have seen in Finland. Oak has another interesting property: if you wet it with a vinegar in which you have soaked steel wool, the wood ebonizes - turns black. I may play with that also.


Last summer our garden was invaded and overrun by pumpkins. We watched them choke out our beans, dominate our potatoes and humble our corn. When we tried to fight back we were scratched by their rough vines and mocked by their explosive regrowth. So we bided our time, waiting to take our revenge.


Here is what a pumpkin looks like that has finally met its match. It has been disembowled, cut up, baked, skinned and ground into mush...


And to add insult to injury, poured into old peanut butter jars. Presently we have thirty jars of pumpkin mash in our freezers. Each jar will make one pumpkin pie. Do the math; we're getting the last laugh. The canning funnel shown in this picture, by the way, is one of the most elegant inventions I know of - simple and effective. It does what it was designed to do so well that it is joy to use. After years of trying to fill jars like these with things like crushed strawberries without spilling any on the outside of the jar, this little device makes it ridiculously simple. If you don't have one you need one.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Snowstorm


The first heavy snowfall arrived on the opening day of deer season. Once it settled, Jonathan took advantage of it for a short crust ski.



Daniel carving the Thanksgiving turkey. I guess we were all too busy eating afterwards to take any more pictures.



Black Friday. Kalevi contemplating whether to join the crowds at Walmart...


..but sensibly decided that a snooze in the snowbank took precedence.

Besides, you can buy all that Chinese junk any other day of the year just as well...

...and the pups had discovered something under the logpile. A rabbit perhaps?





Inside the greenhouse...


..the swiss chard is growing well. The row cover material is held up by wires that originally held up yard signs for a local candidate. He got my vote, and I got his wires.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

First Snow


November is a month of last-minute tasks to get ready for winter. Jonathan and David hauled several loads of firewood into the woodshed of Grandpa's sauna.


The dogs now have their thick undercoats and are ready for for snow. Cold weather energizes them.


The first snowfall is beautiful, as are all snowfalls. It is easiest however to see the beauty of first one. At some point, they inevitably lose their appeal.


Dogs regard all seasons with great equanimity. We could learn from them.


The cab on the tractor is a work in progress. Once it is complete, blowing snow on windy days should be much more comfortable.


The garden awaits spring, but spring will come into the greenhouse whenever the sun shines.


After possibly the last long ride of the season. My rear derailleur doesn't shift, my feet are wet and cold, and I never would have gone for a ride today if some riding buddies hadn't suckered me into it. Cold and wet notwithstanding, it was a great ride.

























Sunday, November 7, 2010

Late Fall


Sunrise


The winter greenhouse. We planted these raised beds of spinache, chard, kale and lettuce in August. Once the tomatoes were finished, we picked up the greenhouse and placed it over these.


Signs of approaching winter - yellow tamaracks and a dark sky.


Halloween. The notorious Clyde Barrow planning his next bank job while waiting for Bonnie to arrive.


...while his brother Jonathan prepares pumpkins for pie..,
...and peels apples for apple pies.

The gales of November come early...


...but the snow has not come early enough for this weasel. The month of November is a dangerous time for weasels and snowshoe hares. Their coats turn white, which make them stand out. Conversely, it's a good time to be a great-horned owl, fox or coyote or some other critter that might appreciate an easily-seen meal.


It's also a good time to hunt for cranberries on a sphagnum bog.




...and loaf on a warm afternoon...


..and study the shadows playing on the trunks of tall white pines...



...and admire pitcher plants...





...and bring home a gallon or so of cranberries for the Thanksgiving meal.



Warm days in November are treasures, for each one could be the last one.