Greensboro Birds

Today was a Day of Recovery, as well as Finish the Manuscript Day. Josh’s folks were in town for a whirlwind tour of the northern Piedmont, and I’m pretty wiped out from all that barbecue and rib eating. (I also have a high RDA of downtime, which makes any sort of nonstop activity involving more [...]

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Big problems sometimes call for big solutions. The dry creek was completed on Friday afternoon, a mere five days after the men of Chilton’s started the project. It’s pretty spectacular, don’t you think? The straw mats are seeded with grass, and the pine-needle areas will be planted thickly (or “junked up,” as Forrest says), so [...]

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This afternoon saw delivery of seven very large rocks to the dry creek (which is actually not so dry). This one was delicately conveyed via Bobcat and rested gently onto the ground. The other six? Well, let’s just say I had a little Northridge earthquake flashback as they rolled off the flatbed truck.

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At the end of Monday, we were left with a tremendous clay trench meandering from the woods, across the yard, and down to the front fence. Above, Josh is standing where the water trickles out of the original creek bed. There’s some conjecture that a spring might exist here. By this morning, the water was [...]

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Can you feel my pain? I feel like every cut of the yard is a cut into my own skin. (Just replace “skin” with “wallet” and you’ll really feel my pain.) Of the two human members of our household, Josh is the “we won’t miss the money in five years” person; I’m the “we could [...]

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