Squirrel Medicine: October’s Busyness
Preparing for the
future is something we all have to do. Some are better than others at this.
Nobody wants to get caught off guard and unawares and tossed into crisis mode.
Yet all our lives we have to prepare for things – work, holidays, change of
seasons, maintenance, life changes, and ultimately – death. The squirrel
gathers stores of nuts and stashes them in various places. Survival is the
goal. As habitual beings what we do now affects what we do later – whether we
store nutritious karmic nuts or yucky ones – might affect our fate. One way to
get into doing things we don’t want or like to do, but are useful and
necessary, is simply to find ways to enjoy them, though I admit I am often not
very good at this. I can be resistant and procrastinate. Canning and drying food seems a squirrelly activity. We ahave been crazy at it this year. Re is the expert - I am just learning. I am the grower and picker mainly.
Living on a farm
or owning land and house – one has significant preparation for each season.
Things have to be put out and put in, shored up, cleaned up, planted, picked,
turned under, ad nauseum. We have a greenhouse with potted plants. Our animal
houses and shelters need to be readied for winter. Our ice-free waterers need
to be set up. We need extra straw and hay.
The first fire in
the fireplace – Oct 7 this year – with flowering pear wood ripped down by the
super-derecho at the end of June. It was warm. We won’t turn the gas heat on
till November as usual.
The smell of
apples pervades the house as we make the last of the applesauce. I must say, eating
warmed cinnamony apple sauce by a roaring fire is rather relaxing. There is
also the proliferation of ‘pumpkin spice’ products. We have pumpkin spiced ale,
coffee, and even rooibos tea. In a few weeks there will be the big quinces left
out to make the house smell good. They seem to be too hard to cook. I have
another tree that will eventually make smaller ones to cook into jelly and
sauces. The bitter trifoliate oranges will make a perfumy lemonade and I want to
try marmalade with the peels which is supposed to be good. They are said to
have anti-tumor and anti-inflammation properties. Picking them is rather unsettling as the tree is full of 3
inch long foreboding thorns but we managed to get a bucket full of them.
Some winters I
have made wreaths – mostly for relatives at Yule time but I have mucho Akebia
vine which is said to make very good baskets. I may try something but I have
never done before so I might just suck at it. The fruit pulp is sweet and
edible but not much there except seeds. Before they split open they look a lot
like pawpaws – thought about pulling a switcheroo at the PawPaw Festival! I
just read that the rinds are often fried as a vegetable in Japan . Too late
this year but will have to try it next. Strange berries can appear this time of year - beautyberries (cultivated), coral berries (wild), bittersweet vine berries, persimmon fruits, etc. Persimmons get edible after a frost but there is still a risk of getting a bit of the horribly astringent skin. We cooked with them one year - made bread that was good. October is a good time to transplant trees, shrubs, and perennials, and to plant bulbs. I wanna do some garlic and possibly some asparagus as the oldest bed has pretty much dried out. I have blueberries and wild peach trees to move among other things. Puckery persimmons are just about ready - better after a good frost - horribly astringent if you east any part of or near the skin.
Still have a bit
of work on the bird feeders. I need to repair and reload the niger feeders
for finches. The deer have broken many of the bird feeders = frustrating. We
have put out mineral and feed blocks for deer and turkey and a plot with turnip
greens. We also put out salt blocks. The raccoons get the spent apple stuff and
some of the rotting apples – we have been throwing them food over the hill for
years now. Sometimes the fucks live in little holes adjacent to the roof and I
have to climb out onto the roof to clean up their shit piles. They share the
cat food much of the time – not much to do about that. I did put up another bird feeder, a bird house, and a hopefully deer-proof squirrel feeder. Re brought back ten bags of 'squirrel corn' from a nearby farm. Peanuts in the shell I need for the furry squirrels. Apparently they have been using the rocks of the medicine wheel for cracking hickory nuts. Indeed every flat service seems to have become a processiong station for hickory nuts.
There are things
I hate about autumn though, the busyness for one can be taxing and I tend to
resist and complain. Whine and bitch are probably better terms. Those pesky
‘sticktights’ and ‘hitchhikers’ SUCK. When the snow comes it sucks trying to do
shit with your fingers when they are numb. It was frost cold the other night and
my poor bare feet were chilled under the tiny blanket but I was too lazy to get
up and get socks and another blanket. Cutting wood is a good way to warm up on a cold day.
CompostWitch Hazel in bloom
Eleuthero (Siberian Ginseng)
I am sure there’s more but that’s quite enough braggy babbling for now. Guess I should get off my lazy coffee/computer ass and do some work.
As I Roll Along My Wheel (a song)
As I roll along my wheel
The sun sets behind me in a world that seems real
As I roll along this wheel
With beginnings and with endings will we all have to deal
We surf at the summit but are crushed at the base
Dead skin and bones
Recycled like the stones
Like the water, like the air
The fire is rare, it imbues our lively stare
Space invisibly pervades us
As we decay under this wheel
Time will yet betray us as our fates time will seal
As I roll along my wheel
And as we worry and we feel
We give away our moments though it seems that they steal
As I roll along my wheel
We live as if we will live forever but what else can we do?
But carry things from here to there?
And collect things to offer and share?
As I roll along my wheel
The days pass behind me for the past to conceal
As I go, in front of of me the future to reveal
Time swirls, time whirls
As I roll along my wheel.
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