You are Barb-the-Tourist-in-Thailand. Switch. You are Barb-the-Resident-in-Oregon. No, not so quick! You cannot switch from one Barb to the other, not in a matter of days. And yet you do. You wake up at some point and check your clock. You are all by yourself in an Airbnb. You check your phone for messages, brief,... Continue Reading →
Wood Quality, and Why My Picket Fence is Waggly in the Wet Season
Our picket fence was built to perfection during a dry Oregon summer several years ago, but in the winter, it goes out of plane. The pickets are still vertical, but it’s as if they’re nailed onto a ribbon. And it’s because of the wood quality of the horizontal part of the fence, the crosspieces, technically... Continue Reading →
Learning to “Make Do,” as in “Revel in What I Have”
I was astonished by many things this week: the gentle friendship of my 91-year-old dad and his 84- and 94-year-old visitors, who’d flown up just to see him. A stunning garter snake with a very orange head. My sourdough starter popping the lid off its container. The thickness and rigidity of a cherry leaf on... Continue Reading →
From Stinging Nettles to Cloth–Well, to a Few Inches of Rope
I’ve made soup with them, abused them with the weed-whacker, tiptoed through them in shorts, taught their anatomy to renewable materials students, photographed their male and female flowers, and watched their cycle of growth from the tender re-sprouts in the spring to the silvery senescence over winter. But I’ve never made yarn from them, until... Continue Reading →