Thursday, November 11, 2010

today, remembrance

a rock, not quite quartered.
a rock book?
a rock map?
how i wish there were no guns in the woods right now. as far as i know there have been two local deaths. so far. people shooting people. there is a crazed sort of hunting mentality that seems so foreign to hunting for food. wendy found this in the meadow. perhaps a natural death. probably not.
this death, near the beaver pond. the leg above probably belongs to this skeleton. if a hunter shot this on adjacent property, my three neighbors hunt or lease their lands, it may have run onto my land. coyotes have eaten the flesh. near the leg in the meadow i found a large, dark poop. coyote. i like to have a map of what happens out here, and because i no longer go to the barn twice daily, i don't stay on top of things.i could have taken some of these bones to make bone folders from. maybe i'll go out tomorrow with a bag.
i saw many downed trees that were too large to haul.
the edge of the pond in the picture where the line of sedges and cattails meet the water is the dam edge. the next pond is eight to ten feet lower than the uppermost pond! 
this used to be a wet meadow. 
and this little stream is one of the sources of the beaver pond. my place was a family farm, so at the junction of the old farm road and the stream was the dump, a place that my kids and their friends used to find treasures, bottles and metal toys.

so now it's time for me to get back to work, to think of books and paper and art and fiber. i brought home a pocketful of stones, and fungi. small stones from the stream, fungi from a downed tree. i will try to dye with this shelf fungus. i am too lazy to look it up. 
the little stones will go in aimee's book, i think. 
i have dreamed again of book things.



I was gong to ask what type of fungus it was. I have been working with one here in Tasmania which is a Piptoporus australiensis or currypunk. I am getting the most amazing saffron yellow/orange just with cold water and washing soda. Unbelievable.

Velma said...

great name, currypunk! in all the fungi dyeing i did years ago, the best find was a purple (on wool) from a red polypore from pines i found in the adirondacks. i know more techniques now, i might be able to coax different color. i'll report the name if i find it.

ronnie said...

wow velma - such a wonderfully evocative story..... I'm struck by the similarities in your connection to land and how I live/walk/make on my little farm her at sams creek.... no I don't have dear hunters..... but I do have to contend with kangaroo shooters..... (with strikingly gruesome results...... hmmmmmm) so I do sympathise... (ps I'm also thinking and dreaming of books right now......)

kaite said...

Seems to be a bit of an Aussie rightofreply going on here now, so i'll add to it.
a rock quilt perhaps, sheltering all the little critters under it.
Amateur shooters upset me greatly, but even worse are their dogs which we have some of around here. the shooters let their dogs roam free with disastrous consequences.
That's a lot of water happening there right now, good grasses and sedges for paper and basketry.

neki desu said...

fungi dyeing, bone folders, pebble books, ponds and!
mental circumlocutions for not thinking about guns and rifles and wild hunters.

Velma said...

ronnie-i love living on this piece of earth. it's beautiful, but not a "pretty" place. harsh, difficult, i'm sure the prior farming family struggled to make ends meet. happy dreams!
kaite-i never thought of a rock quilt! i should go out there and make paper with the beaver!
neki-it was a great day off.

ger said...

How different this seems to be from life in the city of Berlin... - but is it, really? Just different ways of hunting, perhaps...

Velma said...

ger--i have lived in two pretty big cities, and loved city life, but not as i love it here. there could indeed be a predatory tone at times.

jude said...


iNdi@na said...

i've come home with a pocketful of stones too...
they're thinking about what they might do.

Velma said...

wildness and stones. funny how they speak. it's the hearing that can sometimes befuddles.

Anonymous said...

What wonderful stories your land tells you. If you go back for a bone, I'd love to see the process of making bone folders.

Velma said...

i will think about that...i enjoy making bone folders and tools.

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