Thursday, March 25, 2010
Some of you know that I lived in France for a while in the nineties, and I sometimes dream about being an american in Paris again. Here's a link to a great lifestyle and design blog, Two Masions, by a lucky expat who lives in the south of France. She also has some great items for sale in the online shop.
Posted by James XVI at 11:34 AM
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
He may not be my brother, but I consider him a kindred spirit. My neighbor, and the former mayor of the country village where Garvinweasel sits on the map, is an artist of sorts. His eye for landscape contour, and his ability to sculpt the earth, captivated me today as I watched him work his magic.
The act of moving logs weighing several tons, some felled by the ice storm in January 2010, others felled by my chainsaw as part of a master plan that includes reforestation of much of the property, seemed effortless. I used to spend months shredding a tree stump by hand with my maul ax. He dug this one up in about ten minutes, then carefully filled the resulting crevice and sculpted the slope from which it was pulled the way a woman sculpts her cheek bones with a sable makeup brush.
Dudley, almost one year old, keeps a close eye on the work in progress from his perch on top of the dogloo, an igloo style dog house made mostly with hay bales. You can see other hay bale uses here. If you'd like to think about adopting Dudley, or another of the Garvinweasel rescue pack, please see my Blogger profile for my email address.
You can see here that there is still much tree clean-up underway from the ice storm. My tree crew estimated the resulting work to weigh in at close to one hundred tons. I'm doing much of it myself, and after a long day wielding a chainsaw, or loading my truck with crown wood debris, I generally take a long, hot soak in the tub, which is why I was delighted to find this great post on making bath salts on one of my favorite blogs, linen and lavender.
I should be wearing a hard hat in this picture, under a fallen pecan tree, which stood over sixty feet tall with an equal crown spread. I'm thinking these limbs might be a start for my own Wabi hut. I plan to dig a small pond in the field seen over my shoulder here, surround it with pine seedlings, and such a structure overlooking the pond may be somewhere on my time horizon.
I spent ten hours working outside today. I'm going to pour myself a glass of wine, put on my Yoga One cd (thanks again LeAnn), and get in the tub.
Posted by James XVI at 7:42 PM