IMG_4470It all started last summer when Dorothy called and said, “Come over here and get these two boxes of apples. You can make juice. You can borrow my steam juicer.”

I was over there in a minute because we pretty much do whatever Dorothy tells us to do. We’re not the only ones. I was a bit crestfallen when I saw the apples, some kind of yellow transparents that a hungry dumpster diver might pass on. Yet, I carried them home and went back and got the steam juicer, a contraption that might look at home in a meth lab.

The thing was tall. There were three parts or sections. There was a tube and there was a clamp. Dorothy told me how to use it. “Don’t burn yourself,” she instructed.

It sounded simple enough. Besides, I knew there would be Youtubes:

Those apples looked kind of nasty, though. We pressed on, following the instructions and ended up with juice. Several quart jars full. We also ended up with a lot of pulp. That called for the the Roma Food Strainer and Sauce Maker which we happened to have handy.

Wasn’t too long before apple butter was piling up in the pantry. We liked the juice and apple butter so much we bought a steamer, a Finnish model made of stainless, not aluminum. IMG_4477

I will be quick to point out that I don’t consider steamed juice or apple butter, or jam or jelly of any type to be healthy foods. By the time you steam ’em and sterilize them and water bath can them you have cooked out all the nutrition that might have been there in the first place. What you are making is a dessert item or condiment to make future meals more enjoyable. Heating/steaming/canning kills the enzymes in food and probably obliterates the vitamins. All you are left with is flavor.

For nutritious juice you need fresh juice made with one of these  or a green smoothy whipped up in a Vitamix.

People often ask me how we are able to afford such an array of wonderful appliances. The answer is that we only have one car. But that’s a story for another blog.

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imagesFor a couple of years I’ve had Sandor Katz The Art of Fermentation sitting next to my chair. I’d skimmed it. It’s a thick book—maybe three pounds of information and a lot to take in. I am not unfamiliar with the arguments in favor of eating fermented food. When my brother Bart learned I could not cook and began a series of forced nightly cooking lessons many years ago, he started me on macrobiotics. It’s actually a simple way to eat.

Without going into excruciating detail macrobiotics, as a dietary regimen, emphasizes grain, especially brown rice, local vegetables in season (except for the nightshade family), fermented soy products, minimal amounts of meat and condiments such as ume plum and pickled veggies. I discovered it was pretty easy to become a macrobiotic chef. You need a pressure cooker, a wok, a pickle press and a grinder (to make gomashio—a tasty mix of roasted sesame and celtic salt).

Not strictly macrobiotic, we learned to enjoy pickled veggies. You slice cabbage, radish, carrot or whatever hard veggies were on hand, salt them a bit, pour in some ume vinegar and crank the lid down on your pickle press. In the morning, pour the pickle off and they are ready to eat. It’s a good, quick salad. It sits easy on the stomach.

But what we really hankered for was sauerkraut, a truly fermented food. So, last year, after studying Sandor Katz and doing some internet research, we invested in a water seal crock.  Sandor is an evangelist for fermented foods and the many health benefits. Fermented foods aid in digestion, they provide more of the B vitamins, create micronutrients and help prevent cancer. Sandor goes on and on. Fermentation is also a good way to preserve food which has appeal on the self-sufficiency level.

But back to the water seal crock. You can ferment in jars and open crocks but there are problems. Explosion is the one I don’t want to deal with. The water seal crock allows gases to escape and allows for anaerobic fermentation of your veggies.

Last year we made two batches of sauerkraut. It was the best we had ever eaten. We went through it in short order. So, this year we decided to make as much as we could. A batch takes 5-6 weeks in the crock. I have planted so many cabbage that I will probably have to buy a second crock.

Sauerkraut is ripe with probiotic power. It is an excellent source of vitamin C. Finnish researchers reported that fermenting cabbage produces compounds known as isothiocyanates, shown in laboratory studies to prevent the growth of cancer.”   And, sauerkraut is a source of Vitamin U which is used to fight peptic ulcers.

Mainly, though, we just like sauerkraut in the same way that we enjoy pickled beets and would like to have it with every meal.

I’m a bit embarrassed to report that I have about fifty cabbage plants growing in the garden. It will be, hopefully, the year of the cabbage.

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I feel compelled to make an annual plea to not use Roundup. In spring the temptation is great but, “Get thee behind me Satan.” Roundup is evil stuff.

All the latest studies indicate that Roundup, manufactured by Monsanto, is dangerous to human health and to the eco system at large. A summary of the evidence can be found at the Biosaf Information Centre or at Wikipedia.

Roundup is important to Monsanto in production of Genetically Modified Seed. As a result Roundup has entered the food chain with Roundup Ready Seed, plants that can be sprayed with Roundup and not affected.
On a more personal level, Roundup is dangerous for children and pets.

Prevention Magazine recently printed this article on Roundup:

“America’s favorite weed killer could be the driving force behind some of modern society’s most common health ailments, according to new researchexamining more than 300 studies. The new review looked at research investigating glyphosate, the active ingredient in the popular herbicide Roundup.

Once called “safer than aspirin,” glyphosate’s reputation for safety isn’t holding up to the scrutiny of independent research. More and more non-industry-funded scientists are finding links between the chemical and all sorts of problems, including cell death, birth defects, miscarriage, low sperm counts, DNA damage, and more recently, destruction of gut bacteria.

Here’s the quick backstory: Since chemical companies invented genetically engineered seeds designed to withstand heavy sprayings of glyphosate, global use of Roundup and related weed killers has jumped to nearly 900 million pounds applied annually. Glyphosate is a systemic chemical, meaning once sprayed, it travels up inside of the plants that people and animals eat. As more farm fields converted to GMO crops, federal regulators quietly increased the levels of Roundup allowed in your food, something that could be particularly tragic for your gut.

Citing recent studies, review coauthor Stephanie Seneff, PhD, senior research scientist at Massachusetts Institute of Technology’s Computer Science and Artificial Intelligence Laboratory, explains how glyphosate acts as a potent bacteria-killer in the gut, wiping out delicate beneficial microflora that help protect us from disease.

Harmful pathogens like Clostridium botulinum, Salmonella, and E. coli are able to survive glyphosate in the gut, but the “good guys” in your digestive tract, protective microorganisms, bacillus and lactobacillus, for instance, are killed off.

Even the developer of Roundup—Monsanto—seems to know this. About 10 years ago, the company registered a patent for glyphosate’s use as an antimicrobial agent.

Eating food laced with Roundup could be setting us up for some major health problems, some researchers suggest, citing that power to kill gut flora. “When you disturb something in nature, there aren’t any voids,” explains retired pathologist and veteran glyphosate researcher Don Huber, PhD, professor emeritus at Purdue University. “You take the good guys out and the bad guys rule. And that’s what’s happening.”

This nightmare in your digestive tract can spark other problems, including “leaky gut,” where the protective lining of the gut is compromised, allowing for toxins and bacteria to enter the bloodstream. This causes the body to send off an immune response to attack the wayward bacteria, potentially sparking autoimmune diseases.

But there’s more to the glyphosate-gut conundrum “The most important piece of the story is the disruption of serotonin in the gut,” says Seneff. She says glyphosate can disrupt the gut’s ability to create tryptophan, the building block of serotonin, an important neurotransmitter linked to happiness and well-being. Low serotonin levels have been linked to suicide, depression, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and other ailments.

Not only is glyphosate hampering tryptophan production in your gut, but it’s also lowering levels in plants, causing even more deficiency, Seneff says.

Other scientists say the latest research could help frame new studies. “It is a very broad, comprehensive, thoroughly researched paper, and is an important paper in many respects because it suggests many testable hypotheses,” says Warren Porter, PhD, professor of environmental toxicology at the University of Wisconsin, Madison. “It is also consistent with some new state-of-the-art work we have been doing on domestic animals.”

While the latest review study is valid, it also makes big leaps in terms of connecting the dots, according to some researchers who say the new ideas presented in the analysis will need to be tested in future studies. “As a thought piece to stimulate thinking, it serves a useful function, but should not be used as ‘proof’ of problem,” explains Charles Benbrook, research professor at Washington State University’s Center for Sustaining Agriculture and Natural Resources.”

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imgresWe were blithely enjoying the fact that our gooseberries were tropically lush this spring when, yesterday, we noticed they were disappearing before our eyes. A closer inspection than we had done up to that point revealed hundreds of larva of the greedy, voracious, orc-like sawfly. These little bastards can do an amazing amount of damage seemingly in a matter of hours. Apparently, the sawfly lays her eggs on the bottom of the leaf stem. When the larva hatch they spread out and line of on the perimeter of the leaf and with impressive teamwork begin to eat their way to the center of the leaf. It doesn’t take long for the leaf to disappear.

So now, in addition, to my daily caterpillar check, I will be inspecting for sawfly. This can go on all summer according to my internet research to wit:

  • The common gooseberry sawfly is the most troublesome pest of gooseberries. It can have three generations a year, with the larvae active in late April to June, July, and August to September
  • The female sawflies lay eggs on the underside of leaves low down in the centre of the bush, so the young larvae go unnoticed until they have eaten their way upwards and outwards, devouring the leaves as they go. (My observation is that they eat from the outside in).
  • Defoliated plants are weakened and may produce a poor crop the following year
  • When the larvae are fully fed, they go into the soil, where they spin silk cocoons and pupate
  • The pale spotted gooseberry sawfly only has one generation a year with larvae present in May and June.
  • The small gooseberry sawfly has up to four generations a year with larvae present from late April.

My solution to the problem is to locate them and squish them. I have done much squishing of crawly critters this spring. I have to admit that on one level, it’s disturbing to kill so many little things. However, if I want to eat an apple or a gooseberry, it must be done. Yet, the swath of destruction I have left in my wake is nearly biblical.

“And there came great swarms of flies into the house of Pharaoh and the houses of his servants and the land was laid waste because of the swarms of flies in all the land of Egypt.” 

I must go outside now and stand guard against the next plague that is to come.

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We don’t have many dangerous plants in this area. No poison oak, for which I am particularly grateful, and no poison ivy. Some folks disparage the stinging nettle but, in reality, it is a beneficial, nutrition-packed vegetable and it’s so-called sting is rather benign when compared to a case of poison oak.

We do have poison hemlock and poison hemlock is sneaky, often showing up in your veggie garden disguised as a carrot. Our family had a run in with poison hemlock a couple of years ago when our grandson ate a bite from their backyard garden and ended up in the emergency room. He’s now quite the expert at identifying poison hemlock as is his mom who recently found a plant growing in our front yard garden in amongst some over-wintered carrots.

It’s pretty easy to identify from the characteristic purple mottling on the stem.


When it matures the poison hemlock can be mistaken for Queen Anne Lace, a common roadside plant.

The chart at the bottom of this article provides a good comparison between Queen Anne Lace and poison hemlock.

All parts of the poison hemlock plant can be poisonous so you should wear gloves when handling it. Best to dig it, bag it and put it in the garbage.

We have lots of wonderful, wild foods available for free on the island. Poison hemlock ain’t one of them.

This video linked below also has excellent identification tips for the fall version of poison hemlock.

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It’s rare to come across a tool that revolutionizes a 400,000 year old design. Almost unbelievable, really, that a planet full of inventors would have taken so long to improve on the axe.

The axe has a long and distinguished history as a mandatory tool for work and war. It is, in the language of high school physics, an inclined plane (two sided) attached to a level (handle) that allows one to deliver terrific force to a point. In the case of a round of wood this force causes the wood to split. In the case of a Viking holding an axe, heads split even more easily. The axe is what my physics teacher called a “simple machine.” The fact that its basic design has stayed constant for generation on generation attests to its usefulness and efficiency.

A wood burning home depends on the axe and variations of the theme. Our personal collection includes a standard axe, a maul, a hand maul, two hatchets, a collection of wedges and a thing called a “wood grenade.

Recently I took the plunge and purchased a Finnish Vipukirve http://www.vipukirves.fi/english/, a surprising new variation on the axe which increases the ease of splitting wood by a factor of at least two. That is, I think it is twice as easy to split wood with the Vipukirve.

It’s kind of amazing that it took 400,000 years or so for someone to come up with a completely new twist, an axe with a counter weight, that torques hard to the right as the blade makes contact with wood so that you get downward and sideways force at the same time. For someone who enjoys splitting a winter’s worth of wood it’s the equivalent of going from a wooden tennis racket to a one of those Prince oversize rackets that appeared in the 80’s.

The Vipukirve (or Leveraxe) is safer too. It has a longer handle which makes it more difficult to whack yourself in the leg. But what really makes it a safer tool is that you don’t have to swing so hard. Because of the design the Leveraxe never penetrates completely through the wood. In addition it doesn’t get stuck like a conventional axe which often means using wedges to extricate the blade.

Almost as valuable as the Vipukirve itself is the idea of putting your round inside a tire. This is magic. Check the video.

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Transition Lummi Island has been quiet of late mainly because I get bored with myself and really don’t feel there is much to add to the discussion.

However, I will summarize my four hundred blog posts to date: it’s probable that something bad will happen sometime and because of that we ought to do a few things to prepare for whatever that something might be. These preps might include but aren’t limited to: learning how to grow food, stockpiling stuff, catching water, learning other new skills besides gardening, etc. etc.

We’ve personally done a bunch of things that put us in good shape to last out a natural disaster assuming our home isn’t crushed or destroyed. And, we might be in decent condition to ride out a longer crisis such as an economic calamity and perhaps even be of help to others. And, the community has made strides as well with an active disaster preparedness program, community gardens, community orchards and other team building activities.
I used to spend hours trying to keep up with what’s really going on.  But in a kind of microcosmic epiphany I’ve decided that with what time I have left I might as well just relax and enjoy myself and focus on what very little I can control.
Take caterpillars, for example. Wiggly little bastards. They are everywhere. But, given time and a few good tools I have been able to keep them under control. I told one friend that I’d slain approximately 50,000 of the creatures and he replied that he can kill 50,000 in a  half hour. It’s all relative, I guess. They say karma is a bitch and the gurus of the East will allege that we will pay for taking their fuzzy lives. But one must draw the line somewhere and I have drawn it around the tent caterpillar. This year they are like the sign of the apocalypse. Yet. the natural history of the Western Tent Caterpillar says that they will eat amongst us for two months only then metamorphose into a rather ugly moth, lay eggs on our favorite trees and start the cycle all over again. This cycle gets broken by a certain kind of wasp which lays its eggs on the caterpillar causing it distress, a headache perhaps, and breaks the cycle of having so many caterpillars.
One can spend a lot of time chasing caterpillars. First, going after the egg sacs, then after the caterpillars themselves. The more egg sacs you get early on the easier it is.
But they are hard to see and if your trees are big you will miss most of them. Once they start to hatch you see patches of caterpillars that are easy to squish with your fingers. Still you will miss them and later on as they start to spin their tents they are easy to spot. There is something aesthetically not pleasing about a caterpillar tent. At this point it seems best to cut them off and roast them on the ground unless you can reach the tent with your flame thrower.
This war will continue through May and June but come July peanut sized cocoons will appear. After ten days or so a fairly ugly moth will appear. As one writer so aptly put it, “We don’t even get a butterfly out of this deal.”
I can marvel at its design and actual beauty when seen in closeup.
For some reason little kids like them.
Next horde of invaders to deal with—Arion ater—the black garden slug).
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Author Wil Huygen reports on his interviews and observations of gnomes over a period of twenty years. Widely distributed in Europe, particularly Scandinavia and the British Isles, gnomes are found in a few localities in the United States including, I am pleased to report, North Puget sound’s coastal areas.
I expect they are found on islands as well because the gnome has learned to use the otter to cross streams and other bodies of water.
Gnomes are tiny creatures who wear pointy hats and live for hundreds of years in underground dwellings assisted by moles in the digging of sanitary chambers and wells. Gnomes are vegetarians, ovo-vegetarians to be specific as they enjoy the occasional egg of a songbird. Gnomes are expert herbalists, practice natural medicine with occasional emergency surgery.
Mr. Huygen very modestly points out and Rien Poortvliet vividly illustrates the fact that female gnomes have large breasts. Interestingly, because of their short stature decreased gravity precludes the necessity of a brassiere even at very advanced ages, say 350 years.
Never having seen a real gnome, readers will perhaps be acquainted with the “garden gnome” statues and aware that gnomes only appear wearing a tall, pointed, felt hat. It is said that a gnome would rather appear without his pants than without his hat. The hat is the essence of gnomishness. Gnomes are nocturnal, can run at high speed and are, relatively speaking, seven times stronger than man.
They are very clever and can do glassblowing, metal working, pottery, and milling using machines powered by wind; that is, powered by wind as the proximate cause. Long lines are attached to trees and as the trees sway in the wind the energy is transmitted through the lines to various, ingenious machines.
Gnomes have extrasensory perception and are wonderful dowsers. If you could hook up with one you would have no trouble finding a well. Little is known of the sex life of gnomes. Curiously, the female ovulates only once in her long lifetime whilst the male remains potent until about 350 years of age, after marrying at age 100. The gnome gets along with all wild creatures save the polecat and the domestic cat. Consequently, the entrance to each gnome dwelling is constructed with a polecat trap.
I only touch the high points of this most interesting monograph and am not eloquent enough to do justice to the illustrations. There’s much more to learn about gnomes who set a very nice lifestyle example for the rest of us. However, even if they emerge as a force in the world I fear the pointy hat will never catch on.
If you see one, call me.

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With three weeks to lay about I’ve been in a reading frenzy due, in part, to a trial subscription with Oyster (the Netflix of books) which seems to work very nicely. They have a good selection of books though not everything you would find on Kindle or iBooks.

I found myself reading these with “Transition” in mind.

Widow Walk by Gerard LaSalle makes Pacific NW history sound a lot more interesting than it did when we were force-fed a tedious view of Washington State history back in high school day. In Widow Walk we’ve got a pioneer couple on Whidbey Island, mentions of Bellingham, the Lummis, reef net fishing, Victoria, San Juan Island, Roche Harbor and various locations in BC. It’s a fast moving tale that involves a couple of real historical figures, a psychotic Haida raider, a kidnapped five year old, a brave frontier woman and her equally brave young daughter, a clever NW Indian guide, various nefarious characters, a one-eyed grizzly bear and even George Pickett, soon to become famous at the Battle of Gettysburg. (I did not know that General Pickett was once married to an Indian maid). At one level it’s a tale of disaster preparedness with fierce Northern tribes making boat raids to capture booty and slaves. The pioneers have developed early warning systems which, unfortunately, don’t work in the case of this story. Government is little help and the protagonist must take it upon herself to solve the problem (with a tiny but important piece of help from Captain George Pickett). Self-reliance, grit and determination and some luck win out in the end. It’s a pretty good book and will be particularly interesting to dwellers on the Salish Sea which doesn’t often provide the background for many novels.

Wild Abandon by Joe Dunthorne starts out strong but loses its way in the end. It’s about an intentional community in Wales that has been in business for twenty years. At the time of the book most of the characters are trying to find a way out demonstrating, I suppose, how difficult it is for even a small community with  a similar philosophy and common goals to get along.  Wild Abandon is the story of this unraveling but goes off in directions that cause the story to lose its arc; sort of like the community itself. Good start; poor finish. Keeping people on track is a difficult thing to do.

Bolivar: American Liberator by Marie Arana is a wild and woolly history. There are some 2600+ volumes in the Library of Congress about Simon Bolivar. I’ve not read a one of them. In fact, even with a BA in history and some fifty years of additional reading since graduation, this is the first book I’ve ever read on South American history.

Let me tell you, it’s not a pretty picture: murder, torture, treachery,  beheadings, flayings, rampaging ex-slaves, rabid Indians, cruel Spaniards, psychotic Creoles. And, that’s on a good day. What a mess? And what a difficult story to tell.

Bolivar, of course, is the key figure, the central theme in South America’s break with Spain. Spain didn’t give up easy. But they finally did. One can argue that getting rid of Spain is about all that the Bolivarian revolution accomplished as South American politics remains chaotic and unstable with lots of dictators, despots and warlords. What a mean, cruel history. Novelist turned historian, Marie Arana does an admirable job of detailing Bolivar’s life.

Even despots/dictators/presidents for life have a hard time getting things done.

Wild by Cheryl Strayed. Enough has been written about this one. With all the hoopla about “Wild” and its amazing success as a memoir, I was worried that it might be the hiking version of Eat, Pray, Love and as wretched in its self-absorption. I couldn’t stand EPL and didn’t finish it. Wild, on the other hand, is a surprisingly good read. There is self-absorption, though it didn’t bore.

I came away from Wild thinking that if you want to get something done you just have to keep putting one foot ahead of another; keep moving forward.

The Road by Cormac McCarthy. Could be a description of what we face if we don’t get our act together. As a book it’s overrated but still quite readable. The post-apocalyptic genre is a good exercise for stretching the mind and getting motivated to be ready for an uncertain future.

And I’m halfway through Population: 485 by Michael Perry which might be the most relevant book to the subject at hand. It’s a memoir of a very small mid-western told told from the POV of a volunteer EMT/fireman. Disparate people with varied backgrounds pulling together to help each other.

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A little over three years ago a group of us got together informally to discuss the Transition Town Movement and how it might apple to Lummi Island. More details of that session were posted here in December of 2010.

It was essentially a brainstorming session that resulted in the following categories. There was no formal organization to put these into place; only the suggestion that these were things the island might wish to do. It was up to individuals or organizations to pick up the ball.

I thought it would be interesting to recap these categories and see what has happened in three years. I’ve rearranged the categories a bit to avoid being redundant in recapping where we are.

START AN ELECTRONIC BULLETIN BOARD — “Use this for ride sharing, exchange of items, time sharing, etc.”

What happened was “Nextdoor” which came along in a timely fashion. Nextdoor, supplementing Brown Betty and The Tome has provided a real time vehicle for an exchange of information, goods, skills, recommendation, gossip, etc.

SKILLS INVENTORY — “Which could include an on-line data base and a hard copy Island Yellow Pages (such as has existed in the past). Find out who knows how to do what and the kinds of equipment they have.”

Nextdoor provides the format for a skills inventory and for current recommendations and testimonials.

MATERIALS EXCHANGE —“Location where surplus stuff can be dropped off and picked up.”

Again, as it worked out, Nextdoor provided the perfect vehicle for not only a materials exchange but notifications for stuff needed and free items as well.

RESKILLING — “Using the skills inventory come up with a series of (workshops, classes, tutoring programs, mentoring situation) to teach a variety of subjects: gardening, food preserving, food storage, composting, beekeeping, thermal syphoning, welding, coppicing, charcoaling, fuel production, foraging, water catchment, animal husbandry, seed saving, plant breeding, etc. etc.”

What happened was the Grange Country Living Series which has been able to provide workshops for a number of these topics and more.

RECRUIT YOUNG GROWERS TO THE ISLAND — “Provide assistance with land and housing. Community Supported Agriculture (CSA)”

We’ve fallen short here with the exception of the new Willows Garden and their full time gardener. But it would still be nice to bring some some farmers to the island.

PLANT FOOD PRODUCTION TREES —“in common areas. Trust land etc.”

What happened was two community orchards: one at the Curry Preserve near the Community Garden and one at the ferry parking lot. Both are maintained by volunteers and seem to be doing well.

COOPERATIVE BUYING GROUP — “To purchase food and supplies in bulk and get them to the island. Possibly to  be done in coordination with a store.”

Nothing specific done here that I’m aware of with the exception of the backyard chicken people who seem to bulk order on a regular basis.

EXPLORE HEALTH AND WELLNESS —“It was noted that there are groups on the island working on this.”

As noted this was in process three years ago. But with the loss of two or three key players I think this committee faded away.

The last three items on the list have been addressed by our revitalized Disaster Preparedness group.

COMMUNITY WATER SUPPLY — Solar powered well; hand pumps; desalination.

CENTRALIZED ISLAND PROPANE STORAGE —From an earlier suggestion in the comments.

MAKE PLANS FOR ISLAND FUEL PRODUCTION — Using crop plants

All things considered, a pretty good report card for an informal get together. Maybe we should get together again some day and see what else we should focus our attention on.

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Tim and I would probably not agree on our favorite tools as Tim always seemed to favor noisy power tools whereas I tend toward quiet ones. I realize that chop saws, table saws, power drills, routers, palm sanders, etc. have their place. But, a good hand tool is a thing of beauty and often of very intelligent design, has a long history and is pleasure to work with or hold in your hand.

I made a list of some of my favorite tools of the past year and why they were important to me:

Gimlet set: Usually comes in a set of four. It’s a hand drill for making a pilot hole or gaining purchase for a cup hook or hanging a picture. I read somewhere that in Colonial times entire houses were built using the gimlet. When you are making a single hole it’s a lot easier to get the gimlet than to get out the power drill.

Jaw Horse: I’ve used this so many times in the past year. It really grips stuff so you can clamp it, glue up, saw it, carve it, sand it or do what ever. Comes with attachment that will hold logs as well as one for full sheets of plywood.

Steam juicer: Live juices are no doubt healthier than cooked and canned juices but when you have lots of apples or berries to deal with a steam juicer is a pretty handy tool which allows you to make some juice and also creates pulp that can be used for jams and jellies. It’s more fun and tastier to use a cider press but I think you need a pick up truck load of apples to make the cider press worthwhile. We like pressing cider but the clean up is tedious and it’s usually cold when you do the pressing and cleaning up is a cold, wet job. The steam juicer can be efficiently used for small batches, is done inside on the stove top and is easy to clean up. We made quite a few quarts of apple juice plus lots of apple butter using the steam juicer.

Aeropress coffee maker: Makes one cup of coffee at a time. You need to grind some beans and heat some water. Takes about a minute and the coffee is consistently the same with each cup. It’s small, travels well and is inexpensive. Makes a better cup of coffee than a French press or Eva Solo coffee maker.

Narrow collinear hoe: Bought one after a tour of the Loganita gardens where they used this hoe to “floss” between and around plants. It’s a brilliant tool which can be used with surgical precision. Perfect for the anally retentive gardener. I have two. One has a three and a half inch blade. The other has a seven inch blade. Both are narrow with long handles allowing your to hoe without bending. Both use a scraping motion like a hula hoe. But, they work better than a hula hoe. I do sharpen them from time to time.

Two wheeled wheelbarrow: Don’t know why anyone uses a wheel barrow with single wheels. The argument is that you can’t maneuver it into tiny spaces. I rarely have a problem navigating mine with two wheels down garden paths or in between rows. Whatever disadvantage exists is offset by the fact that they never tip over and you can move them with only one hand. One of my most important tools.

Silky pruning saw: When it’s too much trouble to get the chain saw out and put on all the protective gear just grab your Silky saw and start sawing. Amazingly efficient on limbs up to six to eight inches. Great for pruning any size limb. Couldn’t be without this tool. I have a spare blade on hand to replace my saw if it ever wears out.

Post puller: Just a big lever but invaluable if you have to pull any metal posts that you’ve use for fencing. Had to redo our orchard fences which meant pulling 48 posts. Thirty dollars well-spent. I’ve pulled narrow diameter wood posts well (like the ones you use to stake trees).

Kuhn Rikon knives: Amazing knives. Colorful. Inexpensive.

Carving Chisels: I’ve got some nice carving tools but I’ve found this really cheap ($17) set from Harbor Freight to be very useful for a variety of tasks. They are so cheap I bought two and don’t have to worry about them like you do with expensive chisels.

I’m always interested in learning about other people’s favorite tools.

Chime in please.

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First thing every Monday I read James Howard Kunstler’s blog. He writes essentially the same essay every week and has for years but is such a skillful and colorful writer that I still look forward the latest iteration. His thesis is easy to recap: Happy Motoring will come to an end. Suburbia is screwed because it is so auto dependent. The party is almost over. Things could get pretty bad. Young people ought to become farmers. And, we better get used to the idea of living smaller and more locally for the time when we no longer have fuel or are able to afford fuel to jump in our car and drive or fly wherever we wish to go.

I’m sympathetic to his point of view and have taken some basic steps to prepare (as in “prepper”) for the economic and social disaster that might be just around the corner. That is, in fact, the continuing point of this blog—to suggest that, while we do our thing, we should give some thought to what our future might look like as individuals and as a community.

Living on an island it is a bit easier to imagine being cut off, to be forced into localism by circumstances beyond our control. As an example, if the ferry craps out we have a whole lot of problems to solve quickly and probably expensively. In the case of a general economic breakdown which more than a few commentators believe is possible, we’d need to do some real work to keep our heads above water.

One interesting thing to think about is who would have value if we were forced to go it alone. If we had to rely on ourselves and our own resources it’s obvious that people who grow food, raise food, know how to forage for food or catch food would be extremely important. Anyone who has skills relating to wells, water, water systems, water purification would be in demand. A person capable of making fuel out of available material could write their own ticket. Those with construction, mechanical and engineering skills would be very busy. A bike builder or bike repair person would be a VIP. Scroungers and inventors would be very popular.

We would need medical and surgical talents as well as unconventional healing skills. Security could be an issue. Like it or not, islanders knowledgeable with weapons could be important to us. We would want to keep our fire department staffed and trained and fueled somehow. Woodcutters, bakers, home health care, nurses…I could go on about skills that would be required to maintain some semblance of comfort.

Saturday, at the Grange Country Living Series Workshop, Ann MacDonald, a voice coach and therapist took a group of us through an hour of voice work, a reminder of another important set of skills a small community would need if cut off for what ever reason. We would need, in fact demand, the ability to entertain ourselves: to sing, play, act and write.

Ann’s workshop reminded me that I (and we) don’t sing enough. There is a psychological obstacle for most of us to singing. We don’t think we sound that good. Shockingly, with Ann’s coaching the singing among the dozen or so who were there was very pleasing. We learned, for example, that it was easier to sing standing on one foot. It forced us to concentrate on balance and those balancing muscles in the core of our body, which are the muscles that actually produce the sound, rather than thinking about making a noise in our throat. It was fun. It was therapeutic. It was motivational. We ought to start now to develop a choral group on the island as one of most important things we could do to get ready for an uncertain future.

At the end of the session she sang for us sitting in a chair, relaxed and patient, letting the sound flow. It would be nice to be able to sing like she did.

Maybe we can.

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