Cabin Crafted

Author: Cabincrafted1

  • A Break

    With thunder pounding, lightning flashing, and torrents of rain falling, the heat dome finally broke. We are expected about 10 degree cooler weather for the next 10 days and nice cool nights. We try to go out to dinner about once a week and were in the next town west, a small town, but bigger than our village. They have a great Mexican Restaurant that we enjoy, and we got in before it started. Electricity flickered during dinner. We left running to the car only three spaces from the exit and got soaked. The highway had ponds of water on it and every driver was proceeding at a snail’s pace, except the fuel tank truck that dangerously barreled past, like his product had an expiration date of yesterday, sending rooster tails of water down on those of us who realized the lack of visibility was an issue.

    Monday, the young neighbor that mows our hay for his cattle came and cut the fields in the 96f heat. It sat on the ground Tuesday, and when we got home from errands and a walk on Wednesday, he and an older gentleman were raking and baling it.

    The heat and the mowing activity increased the field mouse activity and living in a hayfield, we keep traps set year round. The other requirement is to keep the attractants like bags of nuts, sugar, pasta, in jars.

    A second quart jar of cucumbers were started to ferment for dills, so 2 are in the works now.

    My chicken coop has a small pen with plastic mesh over the top, and a 2 foot wide tunnel (also covered with plastic mesh) that surrounds about 4/5s of the vegetable garden. The coop has a battery powered pop door that raises at about 6:30 a.m. and was closing around 9 p.m. About 10 days ago, I went out in the morning and two hens were missing. The hay mower found their remains halfway to the lower field. I started monitoring whether the hens were getting in before the door closed and found two hens in an apple tree, one on the coop egg door, and one on the mesh pen cover. They were rounded up and the timer on the door changed to give them until 9:30 to get in. Yesterday morning, I went out to find 2 more hens dead in the tunnel around the garden. They must not have gone in before the door closed.

    The cost, responsibility, and loss are taking a toll on me. I have been using only about half a dozen eggs a week except during holidays for years and the remaining eggs have gone to my children’s families, or neighbors. It is time to give it up, I think. I can buy eggs at the Farmer’s Market when I need them. The coop will be repaired, restained, and maybe I will try again in a year or so.

    The garden is smaller this year, but the area not designated by raised bed boxes is a mass of weeds. The overall fenced area can’t really be reduced as the blueberries are at one end and the asparagus at the other. A solution to stay on top of the weed mess needs to be found. I thought planting pumpkins there would cover and smother the weeds, but they are growing very slowly in the dry heat.

    In the past week, two spinning projects were finished and yesterday at the spinning group, one was plyed, and the other plyed last night. They need to be wound off the bobbins and soaked. Both have tentative use plans. The darker one was the small amount of Dorset wool roving I bought in Skagway, Alaska on our cruise in May and it was plyed with a multicolored strand of BFL that I had spun. The lighter one is Rommeldale and Bamboo and it will be the border on a shawl I am knitting slowly.

    Today’s walk should be less onerous with temperatures only climbing into the mid 80’s. Sunscreen and a water bottle to prevent a burn and dehydration.

  • I could fry an egg…

    Like much of the US right now, we could proverbially, “fry an egg on the sidewalk,” if we had a sidewalk. We have been sweltering in upper 80’s-low 90’s for a week now and high humidity, so it feels like you breath thick fog. Today, we had to take a trip to the “city” about 45 minutes away and lower in elevation and the thermometer there was 96 before noon. We are glad to be home in the air conditioned house.

    The garden is providing. The garlic has cured enough that the roots were trimmed and the stalks cut back to just a few inches. The peas have all been harvested, shelled and frozen with a couple meals enjoyed in the process. The vines have been pulled and need to be chopped into the compost pile. The cucumbers are beginning to produce, so the first 8 small ones were cut and are now fermenting on the kitchen counter to become dills in a few weeks. My plan is to try to stay on top of the production and harvest when they are only 3-5″ long and pickle them whole. Whole pickles can always be slices or quarters when wanted that way.

    In spite of daily soaking with the garden hose, the back deck plants are unhappy with the heat, and the front porch petunias with not enough sunlight. The petunia baskets might get moved to the sunny side of the house for a sunny vacation. The deer are decimating all of my day lilies, Autumn Joy, Coral bells, and Helianthus salicifolius a perennial sunflower that doesn’t stand a chance of blooming this year.

    If you are a reader and like variations on a classic, I highly recommend “James” by Percival Everett.

  • The Norm

    This seems to be a daily event right now. Thick gray clouds for a good part of the day, temperatures in the 80’s (27-29 c) and humidity in the 80%s so hot and muggy.

    It does mean that the deck flowers and vegetable garden don’t need watering, but the paths of the garden did need attention with the line trimmer. That was done in the fog yesterday morning after I had to chase a soaking wet hen though the foot tall weeds when she figured out how to get in the garden but not back out the night before.

    When regrading the driveway and preparing to try to clear some of the gravel from the ditch below the culvert, the tractor ran out of fuel. The fuel gauge is a float device, stuck to the bottom of the fuel tank, so it doesn’t register even when full. Of course I was at the top of the driveway and had to walk down the hill to the house to get the diesel can and carry 5 gallons back up the hill. After filling, the tractor started right up then stalled, repeatedly. I sent a text message to our hay guy to see if he thought it was something I could fix or if I needed to call the repair folks to come get it. His phone died just as he started to read my text and thought I had a critical issue and came right over with this pickup with the fuel tank in the bed. Realizing the issues, he opened the engine compartment, removed various hoses, cleaned out the fuel filter and put it back together. Still stalled, so more hoses removed and there was a clog where the fuel feeds from the tank to the fuel pump. It was unclogged and worked fine for him afterward.

    As we were going away for the weekend, the tractor was parked back in the barn and the next morning, VDOT graded the road and cleared the ditches.

    Our Father’s Day weekend was to attend a play with Son 1, DIL, 2 grandsons, and her parents. This was part of our Christmas gift from Son 1 and DIL. The play was very interesting and thought provoking. The title was Andy Warhol in Iran. It took place in a hotel room with only two character’s, Andy Warhol and a revolutionary who was trying to kidnap him. The character development was fascinating, the two actors performed for 90 minutes straight with interaction and monologue sidebars.

    This followed by dinner out at an Ethiopian restaurant. Father’s Day was breakfast out with Son 1, DIL, and their son and a drive home in the rain. Then ice cream out with Daughter, SIL, and 3 grands.

    We have been fortunate to get our daily walks in between rain storms, but the heat and humidity wear on me now.

    The garden is now providing. Yesterday, the garlic was harvested, but is having to dry in the garage. The first of the peas harvested and half of them enjoyed last night, the other half frozen. The green beans are tall and flowering, a second planting needs to go in where the garlic was removed. Cucumbers are climbing the trellis and flowering. A few new potatoes were pulled from under the volunteer plants to serve with the peas last night.

    We will return to the Farmer’s Market this weekend to stock up on vegetables for salad and ones I either don’t grow or haven’t begun producing here yet.

  • Time flies

    A friend commented that she missed my blog, which tells me, I haven’t been posting as often as I used to.

    While we were away, it rained heavily and our dirt and gravel sloped driveway took a beating. We came home to deep gullies and evidence that someone other than VDOT had attempted to smooth the state road so getting to our mailbox was a real challenge. Our tractor has a blade attachment on the back and I am getting quite adept at smoothing out the mess. I no sooner got it improved than we had another two days of heavy storms and my work was destroyed again. Again, the tractor and I tackled the mess and got most of the driveway smooth enough to not drag bottom on the car coming in and out. When the fiber optic crew was here before out trip, laying the new line, one of the guys on a small backhoe dug out the ends of our culvert for us. The rain now has a better path, but the steepness of the driveway still allows serious run off. The state road is hazardous to drive right now and the ditch below our culvert is filled with gravel from the road.

    The weekend we got home, our eldest local grandson (not the eldest of all of them) was graduated as a distinguished scholar from high school. As his high school is in the process of being significantly enlarged, they held the graduation at the basketball stadium at Virginia Tech, so each student had unlimited guests. He had many, some from as far away as Florida come to cheer him on. Daughter and SIL threw a party that afternoon for everyone and many of his friends as well with lots of food and cupcakes. He will enter Virginia Tech in the Engineering School in the fall. We are very proud of him and his accomplishments as a student, with the robotics team Fabrication co-leader, and in Taekwondo as an instructor and as a 3rd degree senior black belt.

    Last weekend, our spinning group had it annual spring porch party always hosted by the same couple. About 20 of us gathered for an afternoon of socialization, spinning, and an awesome potluck. I brought out my spinning wheel for the first time in a while and started a very colorful braid of Organic Pohlwarth which I finished a couple of evenings ago.

    All of these weekends have thrown our usual routine out the door until this weekend. We resumed our Saturday morning breakfast out, followed by the Farmer’s Market and good local food to supply our freezer and refrigerator.

    Soon I will be able to harvest peas, some volunteer new potatoes, and garlic from our garden. The tomatoes and peppers are growing, green beans and corn getting taller. We are about at the end of asparagus season (hubby says Yay, though I don’t serve them to him.)

    I do need to week whack the paths again.

    The other craft I have dug out, is to set up my sewing machine and make a couple of simple summer tops as the weather has been in the 80’s and humid. As you see, I’m not a good selfie taker, but this is one of them.

    All is well on the farm. Holding out hope the rain doesn’t mess up the driveway again until I can figure out what is causing the tractor to stall out repeatedly. I may have to have the repair folks come and get it and give it a once over.

  • Animal Behavior

    We have lived here for about 18 years now, and for 15 of them we had either barn cats or large dogs. All are gone now. Early on, because we have 30 acres of fields and woods, we allowed some hunting on the property, but after an incident when one of the young hunters, invited a friend we did not know and the friend then showed up alone with his 5 year old son, we cancelled hunting privileges for non family and no one in the family has hunted here for years. With no domestic animals in or near the house and no hunters on the land, the wild animal behaviors have changed.

    We used to park the cars in the driveway and every spring, we had to cover the side mirrors to keep the male cardinal, that calls the side yard his habitat, from constant attacks against the “intruder.” The cars now get parked in the garage.

    The male bird aggression is interesting. This morning a tiny sparrow repeatedly bashed his breast and head against the French doors of the dining room. I tried turning on the inside light, putting a dining room chair against the glass, and finally hung a paper owl from the back of the chair to keep it from a concussion or broken neck.

    We have always had deer foraging and crossing the property, but now they rest in the shade of the row of pine trees on the edge of the mowed lawn just to the west of the house and barely flinch when we go outside to water plants, fill hummingbird feeders, or go over to the chicken pen and coop. The hay is still high and unmowed and it is fawning season where the does drop their young. There is a new mom doe (probably a first time as she only has one fawn) that feels safe enough that she had her tiny little one near the house. As their behavior is to hide the fawn and move off from it, coming back to nurse a few times a day, and then moving the fawn to a new location, we have seen her bring the little one in to the mowed yard where it is easier to walk, then take it back into the tall grass to hide. We can tell approximately where the fawn is hidden by where she goes to graze.

    I won’t look for the fawn, there is no reason to disturb them, but we look out the south windows to see if we see where the doe is grazing. She is a brown hump in the tall grass when grazing and will look up if she hears a noise. The area she is using is about 2 football fields in size. After the fawn is about 3 weeks old and starting to eat more solid food, it will begin to follow the doe around and the two of them will like form a small herd with other does with fawns or other does that she is related to.

    The other wildlife whose behaviors have changed in the absence of cats and dogs are the rabbits and chipmunks that come right up to the house, the chipmunks even up on the deck. And we have a groundhog that seems to prefer the mowed lawn to graze but lives near or under a cedar tree right on the edge of the hayfield. I haven’t caught it out to take a photo lately, it has been rainy for the past 4 days.

    Last weekend, our eldest, his wife, and their son came to our local grandson’s high school graduation. His son is city born and city raised and he spent the entire weekend looking for o’possums and groundhogs to no avail. We did see rabbits and deer to show him and warned him about nighttime wandering to look for them due to skunks and coyotes. I haven’t heard the coyotes this spring yet.

    Life in a rural area is ever changing. The hen turkeys should be hatching poults soon and we will see them. The toms are in male groups now and if they are in the fields, we can’t see them due to the height and thickness of the hay. Within the next month, weather permitting, the hay will be mowed and baled, hauled off to other farms and the animals will be visible in the mowed fields again. I love the rural mountain life.

  • Bucket Lists

    At times, most everyone says, “that is on my bucket list.” Well, one on my list was finally fulfilled last week. We haven’t vacationed in 7 years, a couple of short trips to visit one son and family, but not a vacation to far away places. On Saturday, May 10, we left the Virginia Mountains for Seattle, Washington to board an Alaskan bound cruise ship on Sunday, May 11. The boarding was chaos with two large cruise ships from two different companies boarding simultaneously through the same terminal. We embarked through the inner passage, with 4 ports plus a cruise up another fjord to a glacier.

    What a glorious majestic place is Alaska!

    Most of the inner passage follows fjords between tall rugged peaks, many snow covered. The weather was mostly kind with the rainiest days on at sea days. That did make for rougher travel, but the in port days occasionally had short bursts of light drizzle, but mostly mild temperatures and broken clouds. The second photo is near the top of White Pass on the train. This is the path the miners in the Klondike gold rush traveled.

    There was fun on the ship as well with comedians, large musical production shows, games, karaoke (not our thing), and photo fun such as this moose who was in a different place on the ship nearly every day.

    Though we didn’t participate, if you found it, took a photo and posted it on social media, you were entered in a prize drawing. We enjoyed stumbling across it as we moved about the ship.

    And cruises are never ending food! The International Market is themed buffet styled aisles open from 6 a.m. to 11:30 p.m. included in your cruise fare. If that wasn’t enough, there were 3 “fancy” restaurants, a pizza restaurant, a sushi restaurant, and an Irish pub, 3 fancy coffee bars, 1 gelato bar, and numerous alcohol bars all at extra cost.

    There were bands, singers, and other musicians that performed in the various bars around the Piazza, a three story center portion of the ship.

    Yesterday, we were up very early and off the ship to an excursion in Seattle by 7:30 a.m. We got to go up the Space Needle, then over to Pike Place Market where we left the tour as they were then going to the airport by noon and our flight wasn’t until midnight. On our own, we spent many hours walking the waterfront, exploring the area and taking a ferry to Bremerton Island and back, then finally using their great light rail system to travel across the city to the airport for only a few dollars each. After a night and early morning of flights, we arrived home around lunch time, tired, still trying to still the wobbles from the ship and flying, but excited and happy about our adventure.

    Now the grass needs mowing, the house cleaned, the laundry done, and back in the routine. It is worth it after all the fun.

  • Colonial History

    The school year is winding down here and so, the class groups at the museum are coming to an end. Today, we had about 40 second graders visit us. Not as many rotations, fewer volunteers, but the kiddos did very well.

    It is a bit more challenge with the younger students as they haven’t had the history in their Social Studies classes in any depth, their attention span is much shorter than the middle school aged students, so my presentation takes a much simplified form.

    I start with asking them, “How many outfits do you think you own?” Answered by 10 to 1,000,000. “Where do you get your clothes?” Answered by Walmart, Target, Amazon, etc. From there, I try to get them to imagine having only 1 or 2 outfits, having to make them, including making the cloth they are made from, and wearing that same outfit until they outgrew it and handed it down to a younger sibling. They have a hard time with that idea or having only a handed down outfit themselves. How no handmade cloth was wasted, that worn garments were taken apart and the cloth reused for bags or quilts.

    Trying to get them to imagine living in a 10′ x 10′ log home with parents and several siblings with no kitchen and no bathroom is also difficult for them to comprehend.

    There are some good questions, some wrinkled noses over how few baths they could take and how that process works. How they had to help shear sheep, skirt and wash fleece, help card the wool, then help spin it on spindles. I have a handful of small spindles I have made for them to try and for them to see how difficult the process is initially, as I have been spinning on a spindle the entire time I have been talking to them.

    There are lots of flax, hemp, and wool samples to pass around. Some woven pieces, box loom tapes, and lucet cords to see what even as kids that young would have helped make.

    It is fun to have the various ages and drawing from my teaching skills with them.

  • A Week Of Chaos, Noise, and Destruction

    In the name of progress, our little rural phone co-op is entering the world of fiber optics. Most of the folks in the county have their power and communications lines strung from pole to pole to house. When we built nearly 2 decades ago, we chose to run ours underground for appearance and safety sake.

    Well progress finally reached us and the initial contractor hung a huge loop of the cable on the pole in the right of way at the top of our driveway. We figured that would be the cable run to the house eventually, also figuring we would be asked/told we had to pay for it. About 2 weeks ago, a representative of the electricity provider came and marked the power line from the pole to where it entered the house. We pointed out that an additional line ran from the house to the well head, under the front yard and driveway, underground up a slope and eventually to the well. His response was that wasn’t his responsibility and the cable contractor would have to mark that. Fortunately, we were here when they first arrived to begin to bury the fiber optic line as they had no means of locating the power and water lines. Their decision was to run it on the outer edge of the power marking which then took it around the cedar trees that have grown up around the transformer box and old phone line pedestal.

    Last week with a much smaller robotic ditch witch, they installed the line from the house to the new pedestal about where the back of the large red ditch witch is parked. Several days ago, the brought two trailers in, one with the ditch witch, the other with the yellow backhoe and began laying the cable to 18″ deep. As I have mentioned before, this county’s main “crop” is rocks. You can’t hammer in a T post or dig a hole without hitting rocks, some the size of a small car. As a result of their efforts, the side of our driveway has been torn up, large rocks dug up with the backhoe whenever the ditch witch encountered one, creating more areas of destroyed grass. This late afternoon, they finally got to the pedestal from the top of the driveway and have sprinkled grass seed and a little bit of straw over the raw areas. There has been no respect for our upper field and lawn areas as they drive wherever in their trucks, park in the grass, leave trailers and spools of cable in the grass. With any luck, all the equipment will be loaded and hauled out tomorrow before we have several days of forecast rain. I expect we will have muddy rivulets running down the driveway and new gullies created.

    The positive, is we didn’t directly have to pay to have this run, but I’m sure we will see a significant fee increase once it becomes operational and maybe we will have high speed internet.

  • Busy Week/Changing Seasons

    There was a lot of living history this week. On Wednesday, we had about 80 fourth graders and 7 rotations with the museum history, slavery in Appalachia, a bit of William Tell fun with suction cup arrows and a plexiglass shield to protect the”victim,” women’s duties on the frontier, blacksmithing, fiber production at home on the frontier, and frontier Militia that includes the presenter firing a flintlock rifle for the students. After we were done, the curator showed them a covered wagon and how it would have been loaded to travel the Wilderness road to the western parts of Virginia (now Kentucky and Ohio).

    Thursday we had over 100 sixth graders with some changes in rotations to match the available volunteers. These groups are fun to do and also have some of the frustrations that teachers deal with daily. Some the the youth are very engaged and have great questions. Some would rather be anywhere else and poke and prod their neighbors, or engage in flirting with another student.

    The door to the loom house is low, about 5’5″ and most kiddos that age walk in without a thought, but there are a few as tall or taller than me at 5’7+” that have to duck to enter. The space inside is tight to put 15 sixth graders, but we make it work.

    Wednesday night threatened cold so the flowers planted in the deck pots were covered for the night, there are no more nights much below 50 f for the next 10 days.

    The first Hummingbird was spotted this morning. The single feeder that is currently out will empty quickly and soon additional feeders will be added.

    The vegetable, sunflower, and herb seed have sprouted under the grow lights. They will begin to get acclimated to the outdoors in a day or two.

    The Amaryllis bud opened with only 2 flowers but is 22″ tall.

    After the museum yesterday it was time to mow the lawn for the first time. The riding mower original battery was so dead there wasn’t even a hint of light from the headlights, much less turning over the engine. I edged around the house and pulled out the gas push mower and it wouldn’t start either. Our once a year pushing the heavy riding mower up on to the trailer and trip two towns over to drop it off wit the repair guy was done. Once it is repaired, the grass will be so tall it will be difficult to mow, but that is all I can do for now.

    We are looking forward to warm days and mild nights. Tomorrow, grandson will come help me get the rest of the garden ready to plant soon.

  • News from the Blog

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    The blog looks a bit different as I have updated to a newer format, but it is still the same blog.

    It is that time of the year when I dress up and present to local elementary and middle schoolers what it was like to have to make everything you needed to live on the frontier and to trade and barter with neighbors, provide your extras to the community store for the wagons moving farther west into what is now Kentucky and Ohio. The cabin was originally built in 1769 on Peak Creek and moved to the Wilderness Road in Newbern in 1830. When it was moved, a loft was added, you can see the stairs in the background. The footprint of the cabins in the “planned” community were 10′ X 10′ some with a loft. A fireplace for heat and cooking. The barn loom behind me, similar to the one that was in this cabin for an enslaved woman who was the village weaver. The walking wheel also behind me is one I made functional at the museum and demonstrate it and the drop spindle for making yarn to be used for the fabric needs. Last Wednesday when this photo was taken, it was dreary and chilly, about 47f and the 100 kiddos moving between the 8 stations every 15 minutes had to hustle and pack in tight for some of the stations. They huddled in every porch and building that had space to eat their lunch. I thought I was going to freeze and it took several hours once home to thaw out.

    That sent me on a quest to make or find a historically accurate cape because this week’s groups begin on another chilly but dry day. My quest turned up a navy blue wool reenactment cape with hood used, on ebay, for a very good price and quick shipping. It arrived today and I won’t be cold again when the weather does not cooperate.

    The cold night last week was hard on the new flower starts I put out, I guess a day too early. Today we bought marigolds and petunias as well as some flower seed that mostly will go in a ground bed once I get it cleaned up from winter and the hardier starts were put in the spots in the pots on the deck that were hit the hardest by the 25f night. Also some zinnia and nasturtium seed were interspersed with the small plants, so hopefully the pots will fill in with color as the spring moves on. There are no near freezing nights for the next 10 days and I will cover the pots with row cover if we get threatened.

    The vegetable, herb, and flower seed under the grow lights haven’t sprouted yet, but they aren’t due to go in the ground for at least a month, maybe 6 weeks.

    I hope you enjoy the new format.