Skip to main content

Elvis has left the building

I've put a rather odd mix of artists on the stereo but I think it will work, we'll see! First up is 'The King' Elvis Presley's https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzQ8GDBA8Is Hound Dog.
  I'll freely admit that while I like Elvis I'm starting off with him as a segue. Back when my Brother Glen and I owned some apartments down in Houston I noticed on the 'to do' white board a note "friend apartment #33". I asked him about it assuming a tenant had a friend that had gone beyond visiting and need to be reminded about how many people we were renting to. Glen explained no the friend was actually a rat that had been seen by the tenant. He just figured it was unwise to put "RAT!" on a board that prospective tenants might see.  Seemed like good logic to me. Quite some time later I happened to be opening a ceiling panel for an AC unit in that apartment and a long dead and desiccated rat fell from the panel. It hit me square in my open mouth. I can tell you for a fact that no amount of washing your face or spitting will make you feel clean again!
  So a couple of days ago I'm in the back garden with the dogs.  Callie our old dog, suddenly jumps up and charges for the raspberry bushes. I see a rat the size of my foot bolt down the fenceline.  The young dog joins the hunt and the rat dives into a small hole in the wood chips under the fence to the neighbor's shed. I have to say Callie, clearly, has been holding back on our very slow walks. No old legs when you're hunting I guess. Not wanting to disturb my wife with this news of a friend in the garden, I put it on my to do list as "Elvis".
 I can't use poison or spring traps with the dogs constantly in the yard.  I use havahart live traps and over the years have caught plenty of mice. This week with a slightly larger cage I managed to catch 2 rats. So far haven't caught the big one "The King". I know the Kings weakness, peanut butter and bananas, (actually what I bait the traps with) and Elvis is going down. As to where I release them let's just say don't piss me off ;~)!
  As if on cue the music has changed over to Dwight Yoakam https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGzvWhR1rlU Dwight's voice has defined Western music for me. If you recall the old Blues Brothers movie line https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vS-zEH8YmiM Country music is certainly connected with Western music but yet as different as Texas and Tennessee. Even if you're not a C W fan give him a listen.
  Just as I used Elvis, Dwight is a segue to a very Western issue - water. I've mentioned in past blogs that Colorado water law is based on ownership Rights.  It's an important enough issue that it holds a spot in our State Constitution. Most residential water users have a water tap which gets water from their local water district. Forgive me if I go nerd light but what most folks never think about is that their tap isn't a water Right. Taps are simply a permission slip or license from government and subject to that governments whims. If the local water district says you have to use less water you have to do it or face fines.  If you own actual water Rights, as most of the water districts and commercial farmers do, you own the right to draw X amount of water from a specific location on a stream.  If your rights are more senior you get 1st suck on the straw with more junior Rights having to worry in drought years. Oddly, not using your water for "beneficial purposes" can cause you to lose your Rights, but short of that or selling 'em no one gets you to tell you to cut back.  The water is yours.
  Water Rights are one of the natural constraints on growth in dry Colorado especially along the Front Range which holds the bulk of the population.  Ah but developers are creative sorts.  Since the founding of the State developers have been creating dams and diversions of water to allow them water to develop land.  Thus with a wife who curses traffic each evening I was of two minds when I read The Denver Post last week. The Post article by Bruce Finley was titled "Denver Water wants to double the amount of recycled water used in the city" http://www.denverpost.com/2017/07/13/denver-water-double-recycled-water/long title but pretty spot on. See Denver Water is the big water buffalo in the system and I would say goes out of it's way to promote growth.  It's not that they specifically don't want me to grow rice in my garden paddies or that they want I- 25 to be a parking lot - just the outcome.
 I would be remiss to not say that it's an absolute waste of expensive treated water to put it on my veggies. I have over the years looked for spots that had wells or ditch Rights but they are not easy to find, not close, and not cheap. Thus to hear Denver water talking about using "purple pipe" to use recycled water (lightly treated) to provide for pot growing operations and some other very specific (non drinking) uses I was excited.  This wasn't exactly allowing homeowners to use gray-water systems to water their garden but it was a creative solution. And perhaps a step towards grey-water systems being allowed.
  Yet like finding a rat in the garden it was troubling.  Somethings are defined less by what they actually do and more by their nature.  My Libertarian self likes the creative market forces brought to bear on a fundamentally limited resource -water.  My gardener self likes the idea of using recycled water to grow stuff.  But Denver Water is a quasi government entity. The politician in me smells a rat.
  If you're given the choice to allow the 'market forces' or politicians to solve a problem, go with the market. Markets are slower to take up the challenge as even entrepreneurs tend to want government to foot the bill to make "our" lives easier. Yet, once creative or profit motivated people get rolling they tend to do the job surprisingly well. Self interest is a very good feedback loop.  Government can do exactly the same thing but the feedback loop is weaker.  Imagine if you have to work to elect a Mayor and City Council with the hope that among the many items they want to accomplish is to say build a 'better' water system. (different groups define better very differently!) With a lot of work and money perhaps your guys win. Now they get to wrestle with a bureaucracy that might have it's own motivations and view of 'better'.  But your guys are determined and create a solution you love. Wait, time for another election and over time the intense motivation needed to create and maintain a political will tends to be usurped by crony capitalism.  Crony capitalism uses many of the same terms as capitalism and will often be heard to proclaim "hey this is America last I heard it's patriotic to make a profit." The difference is fundamental. Crony capitalism relies on the power of government cronies to bend the rules to benefits 'friends'.   Libertarian capitalism says here are the rules, profit if you can.
  In the world of water districts things can be less black and white. There is a set of underlying market rules but also water districts with a mix of elected and appointed board-members.  Additionally, water districts are rarely watched or at the top of anyone's political agenda.  Except the rats!
  Jackson Browne has changed the tempo with Running On Empty and I'm also running low https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_FRV2Qne0g  so I'll quit boring you with an esoteric discussions of water Rights.
  Having field dried the potato onions from my backyard I've culled and hung the best for replanting.  It was a poor year.  The hail storm this spring really hurt them and left them quite small. I can't tell for sure (as I haven't pulled them yet) but the ones at the row in the Mennonite garden seem a bit better shape. Oddly these seemed to have been less whacked by the storm and not at all bothered by the grackles so I think that was the difference.
  I've also dried a bit of calendula flower and took a small harvest and dried some oregano.  The calendula is pretty tasteless but I've read it's a good anti-inflammatory so I toss it on any meal that could use some nice yellow color.  The oregano is flavor city.  It makes it on anything Italian I cook and a good bit beyond that.
  The corn is still small so I'm not sure how it will turn out. The watermelons I was trying to inter-plant with the corn in a modified 'Three Sisters' was a complete zero.  I'll give it a try again next year as I like the thought of growing watermelons and never have.  That's the way it is this time of year.  Some things are done, some are still undecided, and some things are just getting going. The Cd player has just spun around back to Elvis so I'll leave it there for this week and boogie to a little Jailhouse Rock.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gj0Rz-uP4Mk&list=RDgj0Rz-uP4Mk -Doug A.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

After the Garden

  Those of you who know me know I hover somewhere between Catholic and agnostic. Thus when I say there are surprisingly few words about Adam in the Bible, you know I had to look to check. If you need to check it yourself go ahead you'll see. A little about how he came to be, a touch about Eve, a bit about that garden thing and then on to what the kids did. Really, I expected a lot more!   I mean what about that day Adam was sitting outside the garden fence thwacking a stick against a tree?! He was just thinking, I don't want any more sadness God. Yeah, yeah I know it's your plan and I'm not supposed to question it but your plan sucks! He flipped his middle finger towards heaven. As he did a hummingbird who had become blind landed on it. Yeah, see that's what I mean God. How am I supposed to fix this? Sure I can name it and that's fun but how can I fix the pain in the world?  Look at the old garden! It's an overgrown jungle. I need pruners, saws and a shovel...

Eating hope

 Adam sat in the sun huddled under a blanket Eve had knitted. Scattered to his right and left a sketch of his new garden and a half dozen seed catalogs. Eve called these his garden porn. To grow a garden you have to guess the future and act in the present. Importantly, that begins with a guess. Some parts were clear; the average last frost, which plants could survive frost, the needed indoor start time for those and the later plants. That schedule had to be married to the best guess of what he wanted to grow and what might grow, again a guess. Once past the guessing a brief bit of pleasure gathering the seeds and ordering what was missing.   Adam looked at the sketch and knew from past experience this was about as good as his garden would look. Sure there might be some unexpected wins, a seed or plant that surprised. The unexpected wins would be more than offset by bad weather, pests, or just hopes that never blossomed. Poppies make heroin. Hope is like heroin. Last year ...

A Fog

  If you've never been in a fog so thick that you can't see where to go, to read it sounds like a flight of fancy. I've been in such a fog as a young man driving home. You're creeping along a highway hoping what you're taking for a white line means something. Simultaneously, you're desperately eyes locked on the road ahead and fearing what might be coming up behind you. For some reason you feel compelled to get to the safety of home. Adam was in such a fog.   Adam had walked most of the way to Nod with his son Cain. To lose one son was a misery too great to bear. To never see the other again made it a journey he'd had to take. That was days ago and he'd been following the sun and the stars West back to Eve, his garden, and his dogs. The fog had begun lightly that morning with the path closed in but clear. Now he was on his knees looking as the path clearly split. Perhaps the Y would rejoin itself just a bit down the way. Perhaps one simply ended beyond w...

Bleeping grackles

 I've just spent the last 15 minutes searching bird guides on-line and on paper to try to figure out what is nesting in the grape arbor.  It looks like a nuthatch or wren that has dressed to go to work for UPS.  It's incredibly tiny and quite cute but clearly not one to be pushed around.  When I first saw it at the beginning of summer it was trying to take over a bird house I had created out of an old boot.  Some chickadees had moved in and I was thrilled to see the house used.  The chickadees had dutifully carried a boots worth of material from the yard to their nest.  At a moment when both the male and female were out collecting material my little UPS bird 'discovered' the boot.  He sat at the hole pulling material out.  Clearly their tastes in furnishings were different you could almost see him (her?) shaking his head "this straw with those drapes - come on!".  The chickadees returned and a battle royal ensued with it ending with two ...

Atlas Pooped!

   Adam sat with his back to 'The Garden' fence and looked up at the predawn moon. He saw Sirius (the dog constellation) plainly but what was the name of that next constellation? Eve had named it and traced with her finger the bow and the belt. The belt, yeah, yeah, Orion! Orion walked with his Sirius on cold mornings as he had with his own dogs. He'd have to get home soon and walk 'em. A cool wind rang The Garden chimes urging him to move.  The peace and the beauty begged him to stay. He'd dally.   The new garden was slowly coming together. The raised beds were laid out some with permanent stone walls some with whatever was available. Soil had been scarce or more exactly worms and bugs were scarce. They'd come and were slowly showing up, 'tho not always the good ones first! Thus what he'd planted was thin and haphazard. Better something to eat than nothing. A couple of pears, a nectarine, and a fig, with hope for the future but nothing for tonight'...

Taste like cucumber

I've got to start us off with Waylon Jennings' classic.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kxll2-th4Gc Deb and I went down to our cabin in the mountains for the Memorial weekend.  More exactly we went down to our tiny RV on the property next to the cabin.  The cabin floor is close to finished and thus the bed and all are stuffed in the bathroom awaiting warm weather and the final coat of shellac.  A 20' RV two adults and two dogs makes for close quarters, especially when it starts raining.  That said there is something quite wonderful about playing rummy 500 by lantern light with Deb.  It's way too easy in a marriage to get to plinking along in your little path and forget how nice it is to have a wife you love. I suggested to Deb that although the RV is getting on 40 years old we could probably get a pretty penny for it if we marketed it as a marital therapy tool.  (therapy dogs extra!)   Being a gardener I have sprinkled some seeds as the cabin h...

The tomatoes are red the gardener is blue

 I'm stuck in a loop. I think that's what software programmers call it. I know the roots of this hopelessness are firmly planted in the utter destruction of our cabin and property in the forest fire that I alluded to in the last blog's prologue. Knowing the source of a polluted stream doesn't really help if your just wallowing in it. It's the wallowing that is the loop. A sporadic series of should haves and could haves that leave you so second guessed out that I've got little mental energy to accomplish all but the littlest things. Musically speaking I got da blues!   The music is Billie Holiday - Lady in Autumn.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Npoe5XeeMYE&list=PLbYb5_Imn1rsDMoIU38jxi_O0aRaYj4CG 'cause given my mood - well, it was the obvious choice.   If you're a libertarian like me it's hard not to on occasion reflect on a woman who's life included heroin abuse, alcohol abuse, abusive relationships and died at 44. The line between libert...

Eat Pray Love

    Adam woke, to a sense of clarity. He felt like the the threads of the universe were connecting through his body. Every bird was sitting while he identified their call. Every word that he read fit like a puzzle piece in his mind. The air itself seemed more, more right. A manic morning and a time to avoid sharp tools? The pleasant hangover of a evening alone with Eve? Inhale deeply the morning air but tread lightly. The future was not mans to know! He no longer lived in The Garden. Yet he felt he could touch it. His arm, almost not his, reaching through a gossamer veil touching... Not the future, not truth, not any word that small more - je ne sais pas... more.   The peas were popping and the garlic and onions were reviving from their winter trials. So it was spring or perhaps a false spring as tomorrow would allow March to announce itself as either a lamb or a lion. But what would a wise man do on a perfect spring day. On a day when he could feel the universe coursing...

Place your bets

  Adam was filling his water tank. More exactly, Adam was draining his water tank onto the compost pile while the rain was filling it and threatening to overflow the tank. Spring is a complicated time. Early spring is a dance with winter. Plant out too early and the plants will die or go into shock and actually take longer to grow. The spinach which poked up is great for an evening salad but it might stunt the onions it surrounds if allowed to grow too much. Leave the water tank to fill and overflow and the adjacent wood chips will wash down the hill. Leave the the drain open you capture no water for the dry weeks ahead. - Time to check the tank level. He put his hat on and walk in the rain.    The rain had been gentle and steady. Even with the drain open there was some overflow but nothing disastrous. Adam thought of the line from that sitcom long in the future, Mad About You. The wife is trying to get the husband to admit he was wrong. After many iterations he finally s...

Sandcastles

  Hey all, I am literally surrounded by life. The window in front of my desk looks out to my garden. The garden is lush green with knee high garlic and potato-onions, flowering arugula and crimson clover, along with second runs of spinach and cilantro getting ready to pick. Beside me under a grow light is a tray of tiny tomatoes, eggplant, peppers, sage, melons and squash. Lord the squash! Thinking the seed was old I heavily over seeded the little pots. I should be so vigorous in my old age. The thinning will be a problem but that is for another day. For now I needed to clear the pile of seed packets off the laptop and write. Write while Deb pulls dinner and a batch of cookies together in the kitchen and the dogs settle from our walk.  Yup, surrounded by life but on a maudlin day. Last night and this morning was strong rain and the rest of the day has been a heavy grey overcast. It is the day before Easter which by Christian tradition is a day of joy. The Gospel accounts which...