Sunday, June 08, 2008

The Whitewater Valley

Not fishing. I had a work bit in the general area, and it happened that I could stay at the home of some friends who live near the confluence of the Whitewater and Meche sebe. A great evening of Schells, Point Brew and conversation. My thanks are extended to them. The following day included a garden tour, discussion of permaculture and a walk up the bluff to gaze on Old Man River himself as He spread his mirrors out in all directions. THis is a shot of the varied land use on the valley floor.

Also found in their library another good pancake recipe:

Left with a generous gift of asparagus - that is, the dirt of the valley embodied in these tasty spears:

Learned a bit about allelopathy and accordingly developed a hypothesis as to why our rhubarb is stunted: Wally the Walnut tree requires a toll from all those who would set up shop near his drip line. His agent is called juglone.

5 Comments:

Blogger Joe Watkins said...

I guess there's a price to pay for all that shade provided by Sir Wally.

10:27 AM  
Blogger Wendy Berrell said...

He is our compadre and we love him fully. We'll manage the hand that was dealt to us... should be able to make it work.

The newly planted grapevines are doing quite well - they are ~30 feet out from the dripline.

3:29 PM  
Blogger amanda & co. said...

That's interesting allelopathy information there. Thanks for learning us something new today.
Our rhubarb is gigantic & due to be harvested, we'd be happy to bring some for you guys when we see you at the reunion/party coming up.

9:43 AM  
Blogger Wendy Berrell said...

The stunting of our rhubarb coincided with the leafing-out of the black walnut.

We would love some rhubarb, if you have some to spare. Yet another thing to add to a packed car though...

This is what we want to do with it, among other things:

http://fishingandthinking.blogspot.com/2007/03/ted-kooser-is-so-ridiculously-good-i_1824.html

11:00 AM  
Blogger amanda & co. said...

Our ruhubarb's nearly waste high & would fill a good sized tractor tire... (well, somewhere in that area anyway.) I think we can spare a brown bag-full for the worthy cause.
It's the pretty strawberry red variety, inherited as a chunk spaded off our good neighbors' fine establishment and fertilized with a little horse manure at the time of planting some 8-9 years ago. Earl always said rhubarb loves horse manure.
As for the Ted Kooser flashback,
that's some of the best, easy-come- visualization writing I've seen, makes me want to try it myself, and I've not even acquired a taste for wine!

12:27 PM  

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