Politics Tuesday, Mar 12 2013 

and the ramifications there of.  I try very, very hard to not let politics creep on to this blog; its audience is presumably not looking for my opinions on that subject.  I think I can comfortably leave it at the statement of ‘if Esperanza wasn’t in Connecticut, I would Never, Never live here’.

However, I have mentioned once or twice the importance of quality workmen; indeed of craftsmen who truly know their trade and can be trusted without a doubt.  For about twenty-three years we have had a carpenter of that variety.  A consummate craftsman able to build both a house and a fine china cabinet.  He has also annually hunted for deer on the property, helping to keep the population effectively checked, which is of major importance for success in gardening around here.  His work is always good, his prices always fair, and I can trust him with the keys to the house.  The men who have worked for him over the years have been the same way.

It was with some dismay that I learned that he is moving to one of the Carolinas; and not the urban area, though as a person skilled in luxury home building, he could do well there. 

Why? Well, Much lower property taxes, no state income tax, better schools, less nit-picky regulation, people actually building houses, and above all a culture less routinely insulting to his way of life: father, Baptist, gun-owner, hunter, libertarian, as willing to debate the humanities as hunting.

I wish him well.  I hope we can find someone of his caliber left in the state…he isn’t the only one to have left recently.

 

Hah! Identified! Monday, Mar 11 2013 

We have here, in quantity, a certain daylily.  We have always referred to it as the ‘Double-ditch’ for obvious reasons and assumed that it was an unnamed oddity.  Well, what should I find in a gardening catalog today? (Old House Gardens; www.oldhousegardens.com)

H. fluva ‘Kwanso’ circa 1860 

Here it is at Esperanza

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Forward! Sunday, Mar 10 2013 

There is something very satisfying about clambering over the snowdrifts to the south facing bank, which has no snow on it and is supposed to be replanted this spring, and removing the unnecessary burning bushes.  I know in a few weeks or maybe even days that area will be being scouted by nesting birds.  Planting young trees/shrubs in the area doesn’t bother them, taking away the cover they have already seen in the area does.  But if the cover is gone now, they don’t miss it. 

Hopefully, the bank will turn into a nice mixed edge: a ninebark (sulking in its current location), a smokebush or two (ditto), a native shadblow (I have to move it about five feet), two shadblows in the vegetable garden, and a chokecherry.  All joining several volunteer Pagoda Dogwoods, some sweet-fern, a volunteer elderberry, a blueberry, some pokeweed, and a clump of steeplebush; underneath a canopy of mature pines, black cherries, birches, and oaks.  Along with the requisite goldenrod, pasture grass, daylilies, and daffodils.   Sounds good?  And yes, a few burning bushes still.

Besides, I Have to get the two shadblows out of the vegetable garden.  I still haven’t figured out where to put the three copper beech seedlings, which I didn’t expect to live.

Yes, I garden by trial and error.

From the bookshelves Saturday, Mar 9 2013 

I have been remiss, no doubt, in not discussing to any degree the family bookshelf.  That is the bookshelf which holds the various books written by family members.  It does not include, for the most part, books written before Esperanza was purchased, though the top shelf is mostly given over to Roswell Smith, who wrote science textbooks in the mid 1800’s.  But much of the output of the Ellsworths, Websters, etc is not there since that comes before the house.  It isn’t a huge collection: discounting self-published work, but counting doctoral theses it comes to 78 books.  Most generations since, however, have succeeded in getting at least one book published, sometimes more.  It isn’t complete, unfortunately.

Julie’s novels are, of course, included.  As I had created a list for a presentation today, I thought it would be worthwhile to list them here.  This doesn’t include the short stories which were written earlier for various magazines and newspapers.  I don’t know of a complete list of those, tracking down that sort of publication is an absolute nightmare.  The titles give some indication of the themes, which mostly revolved around young people in a bucolic, semi-pastoral small town.

Originally Published by G.W. Carleton & Co.; New York, New York

Widow Goldsmith’s Daughter; 1870

Chris and Otho; 1870

The Widower; 1871

The Married Belle; 1872

Ten Old Maids; 1874

Courting and Farming; 1875

His Young Wife; 1876

Kiss and Be Friends; 1878

Lucy; 1880

Blossom Bud; 1883

Iris Friday, Mar 8 2013 

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Straight wild Siberian iris to be precise.

From the Guestbook Thursday, Mar 7 2013 

September, 1915

“A Tribute to Mrs. Ellsworth

Thou wouldst be loved?

Then let thy heart

From its present pathway part not

Being everything which now thy art but

Nothing which thou art not

And thus thy quiet ways, thy grace

Thy more than beauty

Will ever be a theme of praise

And love a simple duty.”

Anna Barnes

That ‘but’ on the end of line 4 doesn’t seem to scan well, but what do I know! I can’t figure out who Anna Barnes was, there is a middle name but the initial is illegible.  The Mrs. Ellsworth would have been Helen Yale.  I must say that our standards of literacy seem to have dropped if that is the sort of thing one casually jots down in a guestbook….

Mountain Leaves Wednesday, Mar 6 2013 

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Beech leaf in March, Yellow Mountain

Where’d it go? Tuesday, Mar 5 2013 

The house has four chimneys, several with multiple flues; two of these chimneys have ingenious caps that effectively seal the chimney when the fireplaces are not in use.*  A spring loaded cable opens them from the bottom. 

We have had, and will no longer have, the bad habit of leaving the parlor chimney’s cap open.  The glass doors on the fireplace are an effective draught stopper, and the cable on that one is a bit of bore to operate being extremely tight.  So, laziness. This is a bad habit.  I had looked up on my way in last night to notice that the cap wasn’t up, but didn’t think anything of it.  But then, because the doors aren’t That good at draught-stopping, someone went to close the cap…..  No cable….Lots of down-draft….something’s not right.

It Has been windy here.  The cap was found halfway down the roof this morning, the cable forlornly dangling.  Mercifully, the mechanism and cap is undamaged.  It was mortared to the chimney top and over time the wind cracked the mortar.  Oops.

*Of the other two, one has the furnace and one is unusable so we might as well leave it for the birds.  For years it had chimney swifts in it.

Accurate dates or miscellany Monday, Mar 4 2013 

Letters are so useful!

Julie’s pond was definitely dug in the summer of 1874.  The pond today, taken on the winter solstice at sunset.  A few more trees, but a good job on the dam.  It has had to be repaired, but only the once back in 2011.  And considering the size of the embankment, that is no mean feat.  The drop on the far side of the bank in this view is about 12 feet.

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Photo of the day (or weekend) Sunday, Mar 3 2013 

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The old redbud in winter

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