ducks for Joe
This is the state, the balanced account, of our relations with the
world, at the beginning of a time when the old social contract
ought to be joined by a natural contract. In a situation of objective violence, there is no way out but to sign it.
At the very least, war; ideally, peace."
this, again, from The Natural Contract by Michel Serres.
my friend @sz_duras speaks of geo-engineering the climate back to the more favourable parameters. occurs to me this is more or less the war. peace is just to stop fucking with natural systems immediately, restrain human activities and continue paying attention.
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except for a few shallow joints i’m done. cat seems to approve of the job.
there is a hole in the middle of a narrow section surrounded with good cement, but i can tell there’s a giant gopher space down there. wish i had the tech to pump some wet stuff down there. even a runny batch will only run so far. what to do?
swamp january 29 2009. all fallen willows sprouting up (probably after storm in 1996) except for the big leaning one on the right. he pulled over and hatched a baby off the back end (pointing to upper right.
swamp today. taken from poplar bench (next photo). burn pile in foreground is at roots of the leaning willow. ponds (central diagonal) and ground levelling to the right coming along well. bamboo, curly willow and california redbud along old fence line. wisteria and another bamboo going at burn pile and at edge of north pond.
foxy at poplar bench. transplanted shrubs upper left corner. going to remove butterfly bush. it’s invasive. will keep butterfly bush parent which i deadhead religiously
where i ran out of cement yesterday
gopher eruption between lower third and fourth brick from right
just dampened and covered this morning
early this morning, decided to take advantage of cool weather to attack depressed central area of section of walk. the whole triangular centre was depressed, filled with weeds and rotting cement.
then i found the gopher paths, one running along the top edge of the triangle and the other straight thru. i often heard a sort of hollow sound when i tapped a stick or dropped a rock. good lord.
took the bulky, more solid cement and jammed it deep under bricks, adding piece after piece and hammering them back and in until they would go no further.then sprinkled dust and dirt in empty patch, tamped and dampened it down.
replaced bricks in more or less the same pattern. i think somewhat better. also, where i could, i busted out the ends of surrounding joints the better to prevent whatever future sinking i may have in store.
going to need more mud
what i did all day between taking rest and walks between what i did all day. not much morning fog or coolness, but i plunged into the work and even did an extra tub of mud once the sun went behind the late afternoon poplars. after that, there wasn’t as much water squirting and tarp positioning.
sun was just blaring!
that orange is from scrapings of clay pot fragments i found in swamp and used to fill odd spaces. rubbed bricks on cements stairs and on eachother to make larger joints. nice opportunity to lay on the ground and work out the kinks.
some of the trees to the west. two birch in front of around 5 poplars. gooseberries far left. quince far right. i think removing two poplars just beyond gooseberry hedge has made life better for all plants in swamp, gooseberries and those birch further west, not to mention the apple tree further right from quince. all sorts of work hung upon the removal of those two poplars. glad to gee so many other plants benefiting.
i never had to buy cement. never got the managerial credit card
let’s just say i’m not gonna use that stuff suitable only for holding up fence posts. good lord.
i did manage to find suitable applications for the garbage i bought, but it is not going here.
the first thing i remember him askin me was what i was doing slumming. later he told me how to mixa the mud