Front yard BEFORE PHOTO Weed cutting
My new life on the ranch. Off grid.
Days roll along stealing time. Long lists on yellow pads flow as
rivers. Try to limit daily chores to achievable ends. Lists reappear next day
to be re-written. Good, keeping mind and body busy.
I grieve loss of Honey. Her presence at home for fourteen plus
years was sweet. She’s the kindest soul in the universe. Because of moving and
repairing new digs I'm home more often. The hours when she followed me about as
our family Nanny ache in my back. I pretend I still have requirements to get up
early to take her out to relieve herself. But she isn’t here on earth.
The lot below the house is cleared. Weed whacking the acre took
two days. My hands hurt from the vibration. Running a mower over land untended would
toss boulders into the blades and ruin the machine. This is gloves on hands
shovel work. With the first course of cut, pile, and dig out roots now black
tarps blanket the soil. On top of the inky river cardboard boxes from moving
add weight. Cover the soil to kill seeds and make it uncomfortable for rabbits,
voles, rats and snakes.
Next duty is securing the chain link fence. Before moving I toyed
with cutting truck loads of willow branches and weaving waddle fences to hide
the industrial appearance of metal wire. I have elaborate drawings of my
gorgeous waddle fences as if I’m in a temperate Irish hillside. Those dreams
are on hold. For now it is urgent to secure the fence from the National Forest
and her critters. Small pests attract predators who pose real dangers. I’ve
seen two rattlesnakes, a bobcat, and a mountain lion. Other creatures- couple
male deer, coyotes, rabbits and raccoon s are visible but less ominous. On
the yellow to do list is to dig an eight inch trench under the chain link
fence, add fine gauge wire under and up in an L shape then bury with concrete and
rocks.
Blair and I picked up pullets over the hill at Kohoots. She didn’t
want to mail order baby chicks. She thought it cruel to ship them across the
country in a cardboard box. I didn’t have the heart to tell her, and I don’t
really know but I think the fuzz balls are born in a hatchery. Our main ranch
has egg layers. We plan for a small flock of chicken pets who are interested in
eating bugs up at the house. Daughter is set on raising Silkies and mild
mannered Polish. She tells me as if reading from the Farmer’s Almanac, “Bantams
means small home pet style chickens, it’s not a breed Mom.”
I Will post photographs of the baby chicks today.
I’m pleased with my make do clothes line. Again I researched then adapted plans to real life. Amazon has numerous upright cage clothes lines.
Cost around two hundred dollars to four hundred. Forget it. I read a lovely
blog post about Amish clothes lines. Ah, the aroma of summer in sheets and the
music of children laughing as they hand their Momma pins. Stop. Okay so I had
some 2 X 4’s left over from repairing the chicken coops. These long poles will
stand in the rear of the house to hold up my three dollar Wallmart canvas line.
Not as romantic as a pulley system from my kitchen window, but functional for
now. Cost for clothes line -$3.00. I will make a rock step to access the hillside in coming months, for now
there is the old ladder. (Reminds me about accidents on ladders…) Plenty of
rocks here, perhaps this land was an ancient river bed?
After driving around abandoned lots across Ortega Highway looking for their office I
contacted Sierra Compost. Her email says, “we closed the commercial lot, no
longer have offices for cost savings.” Sierra Compost will deliver five yards
when I'm done with the fence security next week.
Big on the list is to install phone reception. Cell phone isn’t working
at home. I bought two different boosters (junk doesn't work.) Called ATT 17
times from my office. They say they will send me an operable micro something to boost the cell
service. According to Public Utilities Commission since they are my only
emergency phone possible they should provide access. It remains suspenseful IF
the booster box shows up at Post Office Box.
What else shall I share on my list? Son comes home from college
next week. Blair sorting her boxes emptied. Living room disorganized. Paintings
wait to be hung. Plumbing issues ninety percent operational. Losing the war on
critters.
BUT having fun! No electric bill, no so Cal Gas bill, no Cox cable
bill and debt free.
Much love from my new home, the Rancho - Off Grid
Copyright 6/5/2016 Caroline Gerardo
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