Back in Canada. My return Odyssey from London took a total of 66 hours from when I popped out of bed in London until I was back in a proper bed in Victoria British Columbia Canada. I was beyond tired. It involved six planes and 4 continents. I'll explain that when my head is working. My belly hasn't been right for 2 days.
We had a very productive time in Portugal and it was good to meet Burra and Alan. I trust that Alan is still splitting wood. We watched the video of The Walker stove and went on faith that the wood was more than a foot long. Most of the stuff has been split small enough to fit, although only 15% or so was done by the time I left. I do not envy Alan. But he'll get there.
I returned to London after doing the tree work at Burra's place, I arrived at near 1 am expected that Maria would be sleeping, but she was awake and had beef stew and other things ready-to-eat. She was also ready to paint because she thought I was leaving in the morning. But I came back one day before having to head back to Canada, so we slept and finished the paint job in the morning. It was finished and we ran out of paint at noon.
Then I headed to the british museum, because the day was mine.
I hung out with my daughter after she was done work and a ride back at Maria's late in the evening. Took my time, since my flight wasn't until 4 p.m.
It still needs another coat in some areas and her ex husband is going to do that when he arrives. The porous surface sucked up 5 gallons of material.
I recently attended a funeral in Homa Bay Kenya which is about half a degree from the equator. It was a hot sunny day, but I was perfectly comfortable while local people sweltered.
I wore a long sleeve shirt dipped in water but not tucked in, along with a broad brimmed hat that was saturated with water. I poured water over the thighs of my pants. It felt like a cool spring day. Some people thought it looked uncomfortable. When they touch my forearm they said it looked like I might be cold. That was the point. I asked some of the guys if they had ever gone swimming with their clothing on. They had and remember how refreshing it was. I don't think I started a trend. For them it was just a bit hot. For me, the day would have been unbearable.
The frogs at Burra's place are incredibly loud. They have so many different vocalizations that I thought I was listening to other types of animals at first. High pitch, low pitch reverberating ... these guys have Freddie Mercury beat. They are in the Lily Pond and in every other body of water including a big well that used to be pumped by a donkey walking in a circle. I think that's what went on, I forgot to ask.
I'm back in Lisbon and will catch my plane to London very soon.
We weren't able to determine the length of the Firebox of The Walker Stove. At first, I started chopping things up at 16 in. long, but then went to about 1 foot long. If necessary, Alan will use the chop saw to further reduce the material as it is used. Chainsaws like wet wood but the chop saw likes dry wood.
They get a hot dry summer. This wood will be largely dry in a month. Alan plans to split it all, over the next few weeks and to get it in the shed long before the winter rain. There is unlikely to be any significant precipitation in July and August. The wood is sitting on pebbly rocks that get quite hot in the sun. When I mentioned not picking the wood up until it's dry, Alan mentioned that Paul told him the same thing. They cut some firewood there at the lab and I'm pretty sure it laid in place until most moisture was gone. It dries much faster laid out in the open sun than it would if it were stacked in a shed. But most importantly, it loses lots of water weight.
There are many more little projects that need to be done at Burra's place. I had imagined getting involved in several little projects but instead took on this one large project. She has others coming to help, who would not have been comfortable dropping big trees.
In five or six years, this row of eucalyptus will be ready to cut again, but they won't be nearly as large as they were. It should be fairly easy to maintain them, if they are never allowed to get more than 8 inches in diameter.
I ate 5 eggs and peanut butter and honey on bread, and had a shower. On the way back from the shower house I decided to take some pictures.
There are trees on both sides of the dry stone fence. I didn't do the damage that you see to the fence. I think something fell on it in the past. The tops of these trees are quite tangled together, so it can be difficult to predict which way they want to go. A tree can be leaning one way, but a large branch from a neighboring tree can be pushing it in a different direction.
These trees shed massive amounts of flammable bark. I do a little bit of cleanup around each trunk before dropping the tree. We have also cleared up ground debris so that there is always an Escape Route.
Because this wood is difficult to split I'm cutting all of the large rounds at about 1 foot long.
The trailer or caravan as they call them here, was in the way and there was no trailer hitch, chain or shackle to be found. So we tied it to the tractor with a large nylon strap. It's a rinky-dink system but it worked. Burra has an amazing array of tools of dubious quality.
I arrived in Lisbon too late to catch the last train on Wednesday, so I had to stay in the city. Birds on the runway had delayed my departure from Paris. I went to the McDonald's until it closed and then I walked about the old part of the city which is done in really neat tile on building walls and sidewalks. The part of town where there's a courthouse and other official buildings, has sidewalks made of marble and other very smooth stone. The underground system is really good.
After looking at all that, I got my ass to the train station to catch the 5:30 a.m. train. The ticket office was closed and there was no one to tell me which train. So I went around to each one and finally talked to the right conductor. I had to take one train and then another. At the connection point, a man who was also traveling and had very little English, looked at my ticket and led me to a spot where there was a big chart. He determined which train I needed and I thanked him.
Even the people I met at 3 a.m., who had been drinking we're very pleasant. A group of taxi drivers we're playing music and singing. Some girls came to wait for a bus at 4 a.m. when the bar closed, and two quite rough-looking street guys got out their mandolin and performed many songs, some of which must have been traditional folk songs, because the girls sang along. Every young person I talked to was conversant in English. Very handy for a guy who knows 3 words in Portuguese.
Arrived at 9:45 a.m. Thursday
After examining the many things that need to be done, we decided the most important thing was to get rid of a row of large eucalyptus which are a fire hazard and would only become more difficult to deal with in the future. Eucalyptus coppices well. We are producing enough firewood to last for quite a few years, so by the time it runs out these trees will be ready for another thinning.
We have a brand new 37cc chainsaw. It's a no name brand but certainly not the worst saw I have ever used. Burra's son Alan is a diligent worker, who is naturally organized and safety conscious. He kept debris out of the way and serviced the saw anytime I stopped for a drink or for some other reason. We got started yesterday afternoon and we are getting close to the halfway mark. I woke up before dawn. I have probably kept the chainsaw running at Full Throttle for 70 or 80% of the time. Speed between cuts is more important than having a great big saw that cuts really fast. I've been going quite small with the firewood, right down to the stuff the size of my wrist. Alan is dragging all small branches and bark to a big pile that will be burnt in the winter. Portugal is a tinderbox in the summer because of the huge amount of eucalyptus and the naturally dry Mediterranean climate. If we manage to get through all of the eucalyptus by the end of tomorrow, that will be the single biggest project out of the way, and both me and Alan will need a rest. I expect that there will be at least 2 weeks worth of work for Alan to do after I leave, just in processing this large batch of wood.
Further updates will show up as we move along.
We ran out of gas and oil just about the time it started getting too hot. I'm tired and lying on the couch, so there's no pictures which is very unusual for me. :-)
Apparently this airport in Paris gets some really unsophisticated visitors, who don't know where to get drinking water. They have seen fit to make sure that it's not obtained from the urinals in the men's bathroom.
Sometimes art is just short for Arthur. You don't have to be a great artist to have your work viewed by many people. These are the doors on the men and women's bathroom at a McDonald's, in downtown Lisbon.
They will stay here for a few years, and then be transferred to the Louvre in Paris.
I saw thousands of comical signs in Kenya. Unfortunately most of them were seen as we were driving by. Any collection of sticks tar paper and rusty sheet metal can be call a hotel. People don't sleep there, but they do serve food from places that aren't fit to be a dog kennel. They are often given famous names from around the world. I saw a Buckingham Palace. The Ritz, Taj Mahal and many other names written on what would be scrap metal anywhere else. Religion is Big there so many of the signs relate to that.
For me it's always been the ultimate Breakup Song. He's not upset about it, just accepting and rolling with it.
I watched an interview one time where the interviewer seemed to suggest that mr. Lennon was no longer hip. He said do I have to go out to Club 54 like Mick and Bianca every night to be relevant. In that case, almost no one in the world is relevant.
I saw that about 30 years ago, so I'm sure I don't have the wording exactly right.
When I was in London I saw a pub called The Famous Cock.
I hope the search engines don't bring in people who were looking for other things.
I know a girl named Sarah who used to do a thing with her tongue in her cheek. It appeared that she was enjoying a lollipop. When her older brother told her to stop it, she moved her hand in unison. :-)
I've been to Paris and now I'm in Lisbon. Unfortunately I missed my last train to Burra's place and I have to spend the night at McDonald's. Departure was delayed in Paris because of birds on the track. We got up to about a hundred miles an hour and then he slammed on the brakes. It felt like something more serious. Then we ended up in a long queue to take off again.
Before I left London me and Maria had a good look around and decided that her living room which hasn't been painted in the 27 years she's lived there, was in dire need. She said it looked rough when she moved in. It's old wallpaper that looks like there's already several layers of paint over it. We picked up some supplies and got started. Then I had to fly. I will return to London a day before I need to fly back home. So I will finish the paint job. It looks so much better. It was a dark blue and now it's brilliant white. She might be away when I get back, but I still have keys. If she is away I'll finish the job and drop the keys through the mail slot as instructed. I hope she's there.
When I first brought up doing the paint, she said it's worth much more to do the paint than it is to stay in the hostel. That's okay, I prefer this place to the hostel and I don't mind doing a little extra for Maria.
I stayed in a hostel in Paris for 6 days. On four of those days I was woken up by the recorded sound of a Muezzin singing morning prayers. It happened at 4:46 each morning. Every day they said they would deal with it, but they didn't. I considered painting their walls.:-)
We had a big black walnut tree that was close enough to a pond that nuts and leaves ended up in the pond. Everything seemed to grow just fine.
There have been reports of fish kills in streams and ponds in England when large numbers of horse chestnut shed nuts and leaves into the water. Saponins are the culprit. Naturally occurring soap, just as is found in soap nuts, soap berries and clematis.
I'm in London England, which is one of the most expensive cities in the world. I'm spending 20 pounds a day and living quite well.
A combination of sharp wits, super cheapness and dumb luck, have led to this. My daughter is teaching here, but she lives with the roommates and they've agreed to not have family members stay over.
When I first got off the train, after leaving the airport, my daughter took me to a restaurant where we spent 32 pounds and I left hungry. I had horrible calamari, some dry chips and other food not worth eating. I decided at that moment that restaurants in London would not be for me. There have been a few exceptions.
I stayed in a horrible death trap hostel, the first two nights. The common room is in the very farthest corner of the basement around many turns. If there were ever a fire, everyone would perish. My room was a fourth floor walk up, and still the traffic noise was extreme.
After two days, l decided that spending 23 pounds a night at a hostel, was not for me. I bought a tarp and sleeping pad so that I could sleep outside in hidden places. I am like a rat. I can find hidden places even in a densely populated city.
On my third night of camping out, I was riding a bus and staring intently out the window, looking for a place to camp. Maria, a Spanish lady who was traveling, asked what I was doing. She told me there's no need for that. I should stay in her extra room, where the grandchildren stay when they visit.
She was on her way to pick up a free juicer that was advertised. So, we got off the bus and set out to find the juicer.
We made several phone calls while looking for the place with the juicer. The final leg of the journey involved walking through a graveyard in a dark Church Yard. The house with the light on, was the right one. When he gave the directions, she said he can't mean through there, and we called again. It reminded me of a scene from The Hound of the Baskervilles when they walked through the foggy moor.
If you had given me a thousand guesses on what I would be doing, an hour earlier, I would not have guessed that I would be walking through an old graveyard in search of a free juicer. 😂
Maria was supposed to catch a plane the next night, to meet her fiance in Spain. She wasn't feeling well and decided to postpone. She had already left me her keys and instructions on how to lock the place up, a week later, when I head to Paris. When I mentioned how unusual this is, she said that that's how it's done where she's from. Travellers are invited in or they are put up in the church. Nobody camps out. She said I seem very honest.
I showed her pictures of the souvenirs from Kenya that were stored at my daughter's place, and she has chosen a nice soapstone lion and some bracelets. She's on a special diet and wouldn't even allow me to buy supper.
... a few days have passed since I started writing this...
I took Maria out for lunch at a huge buffet today. It cost £8. We ate so much that she headed home for a nap. This meal contained a variety of things including beef, chicken, duck and many types of fish. Indian and Thai style vegetable dishes and many different desserts, all for less than I paid where the waiter tried to steal my sunglasses in Kenya. This is supposed to be the second most expensive city in the world, but Maria knows where to shop and where to eat.
I was going to take her to see a Shakespeare play at the Globe Theatre. She used to work there and has seen all of them many times. You have to stand for 3 hours.
The first meal that I had with Jasmine cost £32 and it was absolute shit. Maria tells me that there are many good buffets in town and that almost all of the Middle Eastern restaurants have good prices and give good quantities. They are easy to identify because they have signs using Arabic, and the decor is always different.
She's been here 34 years and knows how to get everything on the cheap. She came home the other night, heavily laden with three big grocery bags. "Look at what I got for £10." There is an upscale store that marks everything down drastically at 9 p.m.
Maria lives in council housing and is not wealthy. I wanted to give her £100, but she wouldn't take any. She knows about my trip to Portugal, to help at Burra's place. She said "Spend that money going to help out the widow. That's the best use for it." ... So, I will take her out to eat some more and when I get back home, I will pay for her grandchildren to visit. They live about 40 kilometres away. There's a train, so it doesn't take very long.
That's my London experience. I've visited my daughter, seen lots of museums and beautiful old buildings, and met the most trusting and selfless lady you could imagine.
The cow with the rope around her horns is one that knows how to graze while tied on the roadside, without getting tangled. Rope trained cows enjoy a more varied diet and they get to stay out when the others are put in the barn. Lots of small tree browse and other things available in public areas.
Poisonous snakes. I was very conscious of poisonous snakes. People graze cattle and sheep around the houses regularly to keep the grass golf course short in that area. Snakes and other creepy crawlies are afraid to cross that barrier because chickens, turkeys and people will attack them.
I only saw one snake while I was there. A sizable grey black specimen. I was going to hand some wood to the carpenter working at the big house and decided that I should hit the area with a broom first. The snake immediately fled. I pulled the wood to a paved area with the broom before picking it up.
A different driver showed me his leg that had permanent scarring from a childhood snakebite. He was bitten on the calf but the scarring goes right up past the knee. A cane worker showed up shortly after he was bitten. He washed the wound over and over and sucked out blood. He constricted the boy's leg and then cut two small incisions and made it bleed some more. Another cane worker ran and got someone with a car and they took him to the hospital. The doctor said that he would have died without this immediate help.
Not in the area I was in. Kenya is the home of the 15 gallon flush. For some reason they haven't quite figured out toilets except in the fancy hotels. Most toilets have a giant tank yet they must be flushed multiple times. Some people bathe 2 and 3 times a day when it's hot. I think some poor people do it much less often.
For part of my visit I was staying in the most upscale area of Kisumu. Even there there are multiple day interruptions in water supply. Good houses use big storage tanks. Others use jerry cans.
I saw a combination of extremely efficient work and people working at things that were so foolishly backward that I couldn't call it work at all.
I created a fun new stereotype while I was there. Because I didn't want to drink any of the local water, I had to buy bottled water. Roadside watermelons are cheap and readily available. Some days I would eat a whole watermelon and not drink much water. My driver Caleb started making fun of how much watermelon white people eat. He told several other drivers and other people about it. He said he was worried that I was going to turn bright red, from over indulgence.
I should be back on the 18th of next month. Bought a ticket that I thought was going to allow me to make many changes period turns out it would only let me change the return time and not the itinerary. I had to leave Kenya because I was running through money too quickly. It's not expensive for locals but it is for foreigners who want to stay alive.
So I had to buy a ticket to get me to London and back to Nairobi for my original departure date. They wouldn't let me pick up the flight in Frankfurt, so I will have to fly from London to Rome to Abu Dhabi and finally to Nairobi, then wait for 6 hours and fly from Nairobi to Frankfurt and then from Frankfurt to Vancouver. That's going to be a really long flight. On my way there there was 52 hours between arriving at the first Airport and clearing customs in Nairobi. I expect to be tired.
Planning to visit France and Portugal and maybe some other places. I've learnt from my daughter that it's important to only go with carry on. The price of European flights can more than double if you have luggage.
Checked out lots of farms in Kenya but mostly just from the road. Many things are well guarded. Large farmers use fertilizer and pesticides. Most small farmers can't afford that stuff.
Grass fed beef is one of the least expensive things to eat. Anything foreign that comes in a package is much more expensive than if I bought it in Canada. I bought a pound of butter for the equivalent of 9 American dollars. I asked the check out girl if this was something she could buy. It cost more than her full day's wages. But just about everyone can eat beef and tropical fruit of all sorts is very inexpensive.
Women and girls stand by the roadside with bananas, mangoes, avocado, guava and other garden produce. It's almost always sold in qualities that are worth 100 shillings or 1 American dollar. $1 will buy 8 large avocados, 10 bananas, about $25 guava or 6 eggs.
I had some really good and some really terrible restaurant meals. Even if the place is completely empty and you're the only customer, the wait can be 45 minutes or an hour. This even happened when we all ordered fried tilapia. I've fried fish like this before. It never takes more than 10 minutes. If you don't like gooey sauce on your food you must make that clear in advance. Almost every restaurant dish comes with some sort of slop covering the thing you ordered.
I spent a month in Kenya, and now I am in England.
We did some of the typical tourist stuff, which included a trip to Masai Mara and the Serengeti in Tanzania . But most of my visit took me to small places where I was the only white man around. Although I was right near the equator, most days it was cooler in the morning, than it was yesterday in England. That's because many of the places were fairly high altitude, and there was cloud cover quite often.
Some children stared at me. Some reached out and touched my hand or hair. Many people tried to sell me things and several pitched business ideas that required financing.
Here is the most unexpected thing that happened. We planned a trip to see and climb some big rock formations. These rocks are in Luo territory. My girlfriend is from the Luo tribe, which is the same tribe that the Obama family are from. She suggested that we stop by for a look at the homestead. While we were looking, a gateman came to see what we were doing. She said that we were just looking, but since they might be related, would it be ok to come inside the fence? The gateman went up to the house and a couple minutes later, he returned to let us know that it was ok and that we could visit Mrs Obama in her living room.
For my girlfriend, this was like getting a private audience with the Queen. Our driver was also very pleased. Everywhere in Kenya there are images of Barack Obama, weather it be posters, etchings or soapstone carvings. He is their biggest celebrity.
After touring the grounds, we were brought inside to see Mrs Obama. It turns out that she knew many of my girlfriend's older relatives. She is a doctor of something, and has a case full of credentials and awards.
Obama's grandmother is the head of an orphanage. They have taken in many aids orphans and other orphans. She has a very good memory for someone who is 96. She gave a long list of accomplishments for some of the orphans. Some have gotten into medicine and engineering and others into government. They don't just house and feed them, like some places do. Education is their permanent way out of poverty. Many have returned to visit and have made sizable donations to their childhood home. My girlfriend didn't say anything at the time, but after we left she was very glad that I made a donation. Although nothing would have been said, in front of Mrs Obama, she would have been very embarrassed and angry, if I hadn't contributed. My girlfriend was orphaned, when both parents died in a car accident, and she runs a small Facebook group that raises money to educate orphans in her family. I really dodged a bullet, when I gave that donation . :-)
Mrs Obama, didn't talk much about her famous grandson, but lamented that her son died tragically, in his 40s.
We visited the grave sites of Barack Obama senior and his father. Only 100 ft from the house.
The home is quite nice and surrounded by mango trees and other edibles. Like everyone else, they have chickens and cattle.
The gateman appears to be any other gateman, at first, but he carries a concealed weapon. Being a gateman, is usually a low pay thing, often done by old men. This guy was very fit and sharp. I suspect that he was police or army.
If I had been asked to guess what we will do today, at 7 am, a visit with Sarah Obama would not have been thought of, as a possibility. Not if I were given 1000 guesses.☺
My hostel in London, is close to Buckingham Palace. There are many gatemen. Perhaps tomorrow, I should inform them that I have some English ancestry. Maybe I'll be invited in for tea, and to play with the Corgi dogs. 😎
For me, in my climate a greenhouse is only useful to me for 3 or 4 months a year. The rest of the time it is a drying shed or a place to do any number of tasks out of the rain. Even during our winter rain, greenhouse can be managed as a very dry space simply by not adding water.
The perfect place to store firewood, when it's not needed for plants. Ventilate on sunny days. Seal it tight on foggy days.
Patio door glass is free in many areas. When thermal units fail, they can be split into two perfectly good pieces of tempered glass which are suitable for overhead situations. If you find that plenty are available in your area, design the entire building around them If there is a shortage, use them overhead for greater safety.
This a message board usually contains political trite. Mostly complaints of non producers, that they aren't getting what they want. Someone added a little something from the Rolling Stones at the bottom.
I doubt that the guy in the second photo has a licensing agreement. This was taken at the Sandcastle Festival in Parksville British Columbia.
I had never heard about this until today. I saw some horrific video and found numerous negative accounts of the practice.
This is cut from Wikipedia. There's lots more. Seems like a horrible practice to me.
In modern gavage-based foie gras production, force-feeding takes place for between 17 and 30 days before slaughter.
Geese and ducks show avoidance behaviour (indicating aversion) of the person who feeds them and the feeding procedure. Although an EU committee in 1998 reported seeing this aversion, they noted that at the time, there was no "conclusive" scientific evidence on the aversive nature of force-feeding. The AVMA (Animal Welfare Division) when considering foie gras production stated "The relatively new Mulard breed used in foie gras production seems to be more prone than its parent breeds to fear of people".
An EU committee in 1998 reported that there was usually clear evidence of tissue damage in the oesophagus of birds which had been gavage fed, although one 1972 study cited by the report observed no alteration of the oesophageal tissue. More recent scientific studies have shown that the esophagus of birds can be injured or inflamed by gavage feeding.
After measuring a range of physiological parameters in male Mulard ducks, it was concluded in one study that the acute stress caused by force feeding is similar at the beginning and end of the commercial production of foie gras. A similar study on Muscovy ducks found that gavage feeding was related to an increase in panting behaviour and serum corticosterone levels, indicating increased stress attributable to this feeding method.
Housing and husbandry
In France, at the end of 2015, individual cages were prohibited to improve animal welfare. They will be replaced by cages which house 4 to 5 birds.
During the force-feeding period, the birds are kept in individual cages, with wire or plastic mesh floors, or sometimes in small groups on slatted floors. Individual caging restricts movements and behaviours by preventing the birds from standing erect, turning around, or flapping their wings. Birds cannot carry out other natural waterfowl behaviours, such as bathing and swimming. Furthermore, ducks and geese are social animals and individual cages prevent such interactions.
During the force feeding period, when the birds are not being fed, they are sometimes kept in near darkness; this prevents normal investigatory behaviour and results in poor welfare.
Lesions can occur on the sternum of the birds due to necrosis of the skin. This is observed more frequently in birds reared in cages rather than on the floor. The prevalence is higher in Mulard ducks (40–70%) compared to under 6% in Muscovy ducks. This is due to the larger pectoralis profundus major and minor muscles in Muscovy ducks compared to Mulards. The relatively new Mulard breed used in foie gras production seems more prone to developing lesions in the area of the sternum when kept in small cages, and to bone breakage during transport and slaughter.
Where ducks are fattened in group pens, it has been suggested that the increased effort required to capture and restrain ducks in pens might cause them to experience more stress during force feeding. Injuries and fatalities during transport and slaughter occur in all types of poultry production, however, fattened ducks are more susceptible to conditions such as heat stress.
Foie gras production results in the bird's liver being swollen. In some species of ducks, liver size changes seasonally, increasing by as much as 30 to 50%, with more pronounced changes in females. However, foie gras production enlargens the livers up to 10 times their normal size. This impairs liver function due to obstructing blood flow, and expands the abdomen making it difficult for the birds to breathe. Death occurs if the force-feeding is continued.
The mortality rate in force-fed birds varies from 2% to 4%, compared with approximately 0.2% in age-matched, non-force-fed drakes. Mortality rates do not differ between the force-feeding period and the previous rearing phase, with both being approximately 2.5%.
I've been looking at electric blankets. There are some that plug into regular household power, and others that are 12 volt. Both use a miniscule amount of power. For me, once the bed is warm, I'm good for the night. All night warmth, for a penny.
Milwaukee and other cordless tool makers, sell 12 volt jackets. That would be awesome when I go to jobs where car camping is necessary. There is a hand warming feature. Great for hands, snacks and keeping electrical tape warm.
The last photo shows me camping in snowy conditions, with no heat at all. Got so hot that I had to remove some blankets.
Lack of trees in Kevin's location, is presumably about lack of precipitation. Once established, trees and bushes become snow and dew traps, which effectively raises the precipitation in that area. Rock piles also trap dew and snow. They also protect the soil from direct sunlight. It makes sense to place debris near the fence line, where a natural hedgerow can develop. If posts puncture hardpan, the edge could provide a route for young trees to follow.
I think most wars that have been fought, throughout history, could be considered trade wars in some way. I think that applies to the more recent foreign adventures of the United States, if you consider that Osama Bin Ladens main issue was concerned with distribution of wealth from Saudi oil. I'd like Canada to join the OPEC. We're sitting on a lot of oil.
We were told lots of bad things about Muammar Gaddafi. The African League is an organization that Muammar wanted to turn into a sort of OPEC for mineral producing countries. He was the most important member of that group. A cartel like this, could become the most important organization in the world. I believe that is why Muammar Gaddafi is dead.
I think your land may be a perfect candidate for a mixture of long raised beds, between ponds. Your water temperature will be suitable for carp and hopefully other more valuable fish. Azolla blooms could be used to feed poultry or other animals and to fertilize the hills. You'd get duckweed in the cooler season. There are several types of wild rice that could grow along the margins.
A felt cowboy hat is warm in winter, cool in summer. They are good at keeping both sun and rain off of your head. If you get one that fits properly, it looks cool all year. This one cost $0.50 at a yard sale. It disappeared last year.
I was told to smile for this picture, but I don't follow directions generally.
I don't think that Walmart has different prices for different stores. They are useful to me, only if I want junk food. I don't buy their clothing, tools, food, or electronics. Low quality is the issue.
I will sometimes buy kitchen and bathroom stuff. If the brand is the same, I'm not willing to pay a penny more, to get it elsewhere.
Walmart probably gets 2% of my retail business. Various organic markets get about 60%, and makers of superior tools get much of the rest.
I find most of my soap, shampoo, spices, cleaning supplies, light bulbs ... in houses that I demolish. Some of it probably came from Walmart. I prefer higher end stuff, but beggars ... Last month an ocean front house produced organic olive oil and 50 spices. Shopping, without the troublesome issue of having to pay.
I coat the south-facing slope of my hugelkultur with coffee grounds. It heats earlier in spring. Slugs become entangled in the dry material. Snakes bask on the dark surface, and are able to start their day of feeding earlier than on the landscape surrounding. I think the smell might put certain bugs off of their game.
I've gathered several tons of it at Starbucks and Tim Hortons coffee shops. The material often comes with lots of filters included. They are placed over small patches of weeds, then heavy material is dumped on top.
It is about twice as valuable as cow manure, nutrient wise. Weed seeds can survive being roasted and the ground and having hot water poured over them. A very suitable material for early starts.