Sunday, October 31, 2010

More Rain--But No Fires This Year

I woke up to the sound of rain water gurgling off the roof and into the new drainage system yesterday morning.

We got about 15 hundredths of an inch according to the Union Trib, although it seemed like more to me.  That brings us up to over two inches since July 1st.  It's very unusual to have this much rain at this time of year, but it's very welcome; because of the rainfall, we haven't had to worry about wild fire danger this year.

October is usually a very dangerous month for fire in Southern California.  Without rain, the brush is usually so dry at this time of year that it doesn't take much to get a fire started.  When the Santa Ana winds start to blow hot, dry air in from the desert, the wind can push a fire at an incredible pace.  It takes on a life of its own, like the Fiendfyre spell in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

We used to think that we were relatively safe from them because we're surrounded by freeways.  The vast oceans of cement would keep the fires contained, so we thought.  We continued to think that way until the Cedar fire in October 2003, when we saw that fire leap across Interstate 15 and continue to race toward the ocean.  Tumbleweeds on one side of the freeway catch fire and blow across the road to set numerous fires on the other side.  That's when we brought the cat carriers up from the basement and stacked them up in the dining room, preparing to evacuate quickly if we had to do so.

Canyon Fire October 2007

Four years later, just two weeks before the major Witch Creek fire in October 2007, we had or own mini fire in the canyon behind our house.  Cindy had been to a class on wildfire that day and was telling a visiting friend about it, when she smelled smoke.  Fortunately, we discovered it before it got out of hand--there was no wind that day--and the fire department arrived promptly and got it out.

Bravo, San Diego Fire Department!

Anyway, it scared the bejazus out of us.  We've been very careful ever since about trying to keep a defensible fire space around the house, particularly in the back because, although it was across the canyon from us, with a bit of wind it could have gone anywhere in nothing flat.  So we're very happy about the rain this October.

Making Sure It's Out


Wednesday, October 27, 2010

All Gone

Damn.  I am so bummed out.  Shortly after I published the post yesterday about the remaining Monarch Butterfly caterpillar, I went out to take another look at it and it was gone.  It had stripped off most of the leaves on the stem it was on, so it was pretty much exposed, as was one of them the day before, so we're thinking the birds got them all.

But which bird?  Was it one of the House Finches?  The Bushtits that are flocking in the neighbor's Trumpet Creeper right now?  The shy, reclusive California Thrasher that flits in and out of the hedge to break off chunks of suet?  Colonel Mustard in the library with the candlestick?

My money's on the Scrub Jay.  Members of the Corvid family, they are highly intelligent and opportunistic birds.  Cindy had just hung a feeder full of peanuts out because we knew there was at least one around, so we're guessing the Jay just thought we were providing yet another tasty snack for it.

While we were watching the Monarch Butterfly flitting around and looking at the caterpillar earlier in the afternoon, Cindy had made the remark that maybe we should take the remaining caterpillar into protective custody, but unfortunately we didn't actually do that.  Lesson learned, too late.

So now we will move the Asclepia to the front yard, where there is less cover for birds.  They tend to hang around the feeders in the back yard, so future butterfly larvae should have a better chance of survival.  And maybe eventually we'll get to see the whole metamorphosis process.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Then There Was One

Yesterday morning we had three large Monarch caterpillars, but by the afternoon there was only one visible.  I looked all over but didn't see the other two; we're hoping the birds didn't pick them off.  They were each about two inches long and as big as my little finger, so we're hoping they crawled up into the boxwood hedge somewhere to form their chrysalises.

The remaining caterpillar is busy munching away at the asclepia leaves.  I was surprised at how active they are--they just keep eating or moving into position to eat more leaves.  Several of the stems are entirely bare of leaves now, but there were enough leaves to make it identifiable as milkweed to another Monarch butterfly today.   I tried to get a picture of the Monarch, but it kept flitting from plant to plant, then back to the asclepia, then over the hedge, then to the tomatoes, then back to the asclepia.

So maybe there will be more caterpillars in the future.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Monarch Butterfly Bush

Cindy planted a Monarch Butterfly Bush (asclepia), a form of milkweed, to attract Monarch butterflies this fall.  Other Master Gardeners have reported fewer Monarchs (Danaus plexippus)  than normal, but we noticed a couple of caterpillars on the stems of the bush the other day.

The caterpillars may consume most of the bush before they form a chrysalis and pupate.  This is normal and the bush will grow back.  The larvae use the food from the bush to feed themselves before they pupate.

Monarch Butterfly Bush Flowers and Seeds

These butterflies are one of the most amazing creatures on the planet. Most generations of Monarchs live only four or five weeks, but in the late fall, a final generation migrates from locations in Canada and the United States to central Mexico, where they hibernate until they awaken in the Spring to mate and begin the northward migration through successive generations back to their northern locations.  The caterpillars we see on our bush now in San Diego in late October will continue the migration and may actually become the hibernation generation.  For more information see Monarchs of Migration.

Monarch Butterfly Larvae

I was just amazed at how beautiful these caterpillars are.  We have three of them industriously chomping away at the bush.  They've grown considerably larger in the three or four days since we first noticed them; they've already eaten most of the leaves off several of the stems and look like they're already about big enough to form the chrysalis.

To be continued (we hope) .....

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Water, Water Everywhere

When we installed our new rain harvesting system a month ago, we anticipated that a good rain of about a half inch would fill up all three barrels.  What we didn't anticipate was that we would get about that much rain while we were still on our trip to Oregon.  Rain in San Diego in September is unusual and that much rain that early in the rain year, which starts July 1st, is really outside the normal pattern.

When we got home, we found that all of the barrels were already full of water, and had actually overflowed, digging trenches in the bare earth under the overflow ports.

Cindy used some of the water in the garden after we got home, but when we heard that more rain was expected this week, she got to work to create some drainage for the overflow to channel it into the canyon but away from the edge of the canyon behind our fence, since erosion of the edge of the back yard is our principal concern.

The biggest problem was how to route the overflow from the two big tanks behind the garage out over the fence and over into the canyon, but she solved that problem with some long pieces of piping pushed through the jungle behind the fence.  Someday we'll have to clear out some of that brush, but for now the overflow is routed away from the house and away from the fence.



We've now had almost two inches of rain this rain year and I know she's already regretting not getting bigger tanks, maybe the big mama 620 gallon tank or the REALLY big 2825 gallon tank.  It's probably a good thing our yard isn't any bigger than it is.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Where's Katy?

We've checked the rose bushes every day, looking for the katydid.  She's so well camoflaged that she's very difficult to see against the green leaves; she looks just like a leaf herself, but we haven't seen her since we got back from our trip to Oregon.


We really enjoyed trying to find her before we left.  One day before we left I looked for at least five minutes before I found her, directly in front of my nose about twelve inches away.  Another day I saw her in the morning, then Cindy and I looked again when we went for our walk about noon but we couldn't find her although we looked for about twenty minutes before we gave up.

Katydids apparently don't move around a lot; one may spend its entire life on the same tree or plant.  Ours seemed to move around at night and then be stationary during the daylight hours.  Although she never seemed to move very far from where she had been the previous day, her camouflage was so good that she was still difficult to spot unless she was on top of a leaf.  Even then you had to check every single leaf to be sure because her color was so close to the color of the leaves, the veining on her sides looked like leaf veining and her articulated legs looked like leaf stems.

Now we don't know where to start looking for her or even if she's still there.  Did she move on to another plant or leave altogether?  If she did, did she lay eggs before she left?

Who knows what katydid did, but we enjoyed her while she was here.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Esterlina

While we were in Mendocino, we took the opportunity to visit Esterlina Winery in the Anderson Valley.  We had been there the last time we were in the area and joined their wine club, which had shipped us a bottle of their wonderful 2006 Cole Ranch Merlot just before we left on the trip.

You have to make and appointment and it's a long drive from Highway 128 two miles up a dirt road to Esterlina's tasting room on top of a mountain, but the view from their deck overlooking the Anderson Valley below is more than worth it.

View of the Anderson Valley from Esterlina's Tasting Room 


Cabernet Grapes
And then you get to taste their wines.

We raved about the 06 Merlot so much that the host opened a bottle for everyone to taste although it wasn't on the tasting list.  It was as good as we remembered, but the 05 Alexander Valley Lazy S Ranch Cabernet Sauvignon and the 07 Sonoma Mountain Janian Vineyard Syrah were also great, so we bought some of each and had them ship it to us so we didn't have to worry about the wine getting too hot in the car on the trip home.

There were still cabernet grapes on the vine waiting to be picked.

Anderson Valley Vineyard

Then we went on to Yorkville Cellars tasting room and got another fabulous Anderson Valley view, as well as more wine.

Catnip!

I don't know what it is about cats and catnip, because I don't even get much odor of mint from it, but cats love it.

Cindy pointed out to me that, since we're not letting the cats outside even under supervision, the catnip plants had recovered and are thriving.  I took a few leaves into the house and the reaction of the older cats was immediate:  eyes popped open, heads whipped around, noses twitched.  They gobbled the leaves immediately and started looking around for more.



The two younger kitties have had catnip in their enormous collection of toys, but apparently not much experience with fresh catnip.  They ran away when I tried to give it to them, so the older cats gobbled their shares.  Bailey later changed her mind, so I gave her a leaf and she rolled around on the steps, batting the leaf around and chasing fur balls.




Catnip Junkies
This photo is from a few years ago.  Beep Beep and Hutz had just destroyed an entire catnip plant and were sleeping off the effects in the planter.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Ahhhh, Mendocino

We finally left Southern Oregon after what seemed like at least a month there and headed down the coast through the Redwood National Park to Mendocino.

We stopped in Eureka and had lunch at the Lost Coast Brewery.  Good food, although we refrained from sampling their principal products because we were mindful that we were still driving, but the burger and fish-and-chips were good.

It was a long drive over twisting, steep roads through the redwoods and along the seacoast, but we made it to Alegria Bed & Breakfast Mendocino later that afternoon.  Cindy made a pizza from a Boboli crust, some of our own homegrown tomatoes, fresh Rogue Creamery mozzarella and shaved parmesan cheese, with artichoke pesto from Harry and David, along with a bottle of Yorkville Cellars High Roller Red wine.  Yum.

We love staying at Alegria with our friends Elaine and Eric Hillesland.  The place is just magic, quiet, secluded and incredibly relaxing, and Elaine's breakfasts are great.  I even found some pieces of sea glass on the beach.

This is the view of the beach and Mendocino Cove from our balcony--you can see why we love it there.

Of course we have to mention the great restaurants and food to be had in the town of Mendocino, too.  Sunday night we ate at 955 Ukiah, where Cindy had the pork chop stuffed with ham, chard and provolone, and I had the braised chuck steak baked in pastry, all of it very good.   Monday we had dinner at Moosse Cafe, where Cindy had the Vegetable Pave (should be an accent mark over the "e", but I don't know how to do them) and I had the Chicken Breast Piccata.  The vegetable dish consisted of layers of potato, pepper, squash, eggplant, portabella and thyme-infused tomato.  Cindy had been feeling a bit vegetable-deprived, but this more than made up for any previous deficit.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

The Land Where Time Stands Still

"The undiscovered vortex, from whose bourn no traveller returns..."  (apologies to Shakespeare).

I don't know what it is about my home town, but every time I go up to Medford, time seems to move so slowly it almost stops.  After we had been there for four days, Cindy said, "How long have we been here?  A month?"  Every day seems like it's a week long, at least.

Time dragged on this trip because of car trouble.  We had trouble with the Saturn's reverse gear on the way up to Medford, but got that fixed in Sacramento and made it to Medford on schedule Monday night.  Then Tuesday, after visiting my mom, we were cruising down Central Avenue, the main north-south drag in town, when the car suddenly just... stopped... going.  We managed to coast into a vacant parking space on the street, but couldn't get the car started again.  So... another call to AAA, a tow truck and a friendly couple of ex-San Diegans who now live in Medford who gave us a ride to the repair shop.  Sigh.  More visions of expensive repairs.

My brother came and picked us up in the Camry wagon we were trading for the Saturn and we went back to the house to drop him off.  We drove off in the Camry and got about a mile from the house when we started hearing a noise that sounded like metal dragging.  We got out and looked under the car but couldn't see anything hanging down.  So we drove the car to a different repair shop and rented a car.  Three cars and two repair shops in one day--that's a record for us, one we hope never to exceed.

Turned out the Saturn just had a loose fuel hose clamp, but the Camry needed brake work.  At least it all happened in town where we could get things fixed, and not out in the boonies.  But we've now collected more mechanics' business cards than we ever thought we would need.

Still, Southern Oregon does have its compensations.  We bought some Oregon Blue Cheese and Smokey Blue at the Rogue Creamery in Central Point and several of the delicious tortas from Rising Sun Farms in Talent.  I am particularly fond of Rising Sun's Marionberry Cheese Torta, but we bought a couple of others, as well.

We didn't get to go to Crater Lake, but at least we brought some goodies back with us.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Lithia Park

One of my favorite places in the entire world is Lithia Park in Ashland, Oregon, so of course Cindy and I had to take a stroll through the park while we were in Southern Oregon.  We had to postpone it initially because it was a bit too cool for us California weather wimps, so we decided to go raid Bloomsbury Books because, well, we always go there and we always find great books to lug home with us, so, why not go there until the chill was off?  Cindy bought a couple of (what else?) gardening books and I bought Alexander McCall Smith's "44 Scotland Street" and Peter Mayle's "Vintage Caper".

And by then it was warm enough to enjoy the park, so on we went, shooting pictures all the way.

The park was designed by John McLaren, who also designed Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, and it's on the National Register of Historic Places, but that didn't mean much to my sibs and me when we were kids.  We just enjoyed scrambling around on the rocks in Ashland Creek and scampering up and down in the decomposed granite of the steep hillside.  We undoubtedly contributed to the erosion of the hillside, which is probably why there are now fences intended to keep people on the trails, instead.




I was glad to see that kids still enjoy the wading pool below the bridge and the playground, but the park itself is now the main attraction for Cindy and me.  The variety of trees is amazing.  The fabulous Rhododendrons and Azaleas were long past blooming.  A few trees had leaves beginning to turn, but in the early Fall the native Madrones and Manzanitas provide most of the interest with their red, green and tan peeling bark.

The park has always informed my ideas of what a garden should be:  a peaceful place that incorporates natural elements of rocks and native trees and shrubs.  Lithia includes many non-native plants and trees that have been introduced over the years, but to my mind, it's the native plants that really make the park what it is.











I was also glad to see that the effects of the major flood that ripped through the park in 1997 are no longer as evident as they were in the first years immediately after the flood.  The force of the water straightened out the course of Ashland Creek in some places, toppling many big old trees and ripping away part of the trail that goes up along the creek, as well as tearing out a couple of bridges that crossed the creek.

Now the raw scars of the flood are gone.  The bridges and parts of the trail that were taken out have been restored.  It's a peaceful, quiet place for walking or meditating once again.  We saw two people sitting on park benches reading books.  My favorite thing for many years was sitting on a rock in the middle of the creek, letting the creek flow around me, listening to the gentle ripple of the water over the granite rocks.  It's always been a place to restore calmness in the middle of the chaos of everyday life.  I was happy to feel its calming effect again.




And then, as we were leaving, Cindy noticed the moon between the trees.  Wonderful.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

No Going Back(ward)

Cindy and I set out on the Great Road Trip of 2010 about ten days ago to drive the elderly Saturn up to Oregon and exchange it for my mom's slightly less elderly (fifteen years vs. eighteen years) Camry station wagon.  We need a functional car in Oregon to drive Mom to the doctor and various other appointments, but the Camry was more car than she needed, especially since she voluntarily quit driving (THANK YOU!!!!) about four years ago.

My problem was that I had my doubts as to whether the Saturn would make it over the Grapevine, up the Central Valley and over the Siskiyous to Oregon, so we had all the necessary repairs made by our mechanics, who know us all too well.  On Sunday morning we loaded the car, backed it out of our long driveway and drove six blocks to the grocery store for coffee to start the trip.  But when we tried to back out of the parking place, we couldn't get the car in reverse gear.  I tried it, Cindy tried it, and .... nothing.  No reverse.

However, once we had pushed it out of the parking space, the forward gears seemed to be working O.K.  Had it not been Sunday morning and our favorite repair shop closed, we probably would have just driven over there and had them fix it.  But since they were not open, that would have meant delaying the trip.  So we just decided to go... forward.  That presented some challenges along the way; we had to park in a parking garage in Burbank when we stopped for lunch, but we found a space where we could pull through without having to back up.  At the hotel in Roseville, California, Sunday night we discovered that the parking lot had several spaces that sloped up, so we could just put the manual transmission in neutral and let it coast down to where we could put it into first gear.

After consulting most of the males in the family by telephone, all of whom said some variation of "Hmmm, sounds like a linkage problem," we called Triple A, got a referral to a repair shop a few blocks away, and chugged off with nightmare visions of a long delay for expensive repairs.  But after half an hour and $25, the drooping cable from the battery cut-off had been secured up out of the way of the, yes, the linkage and we again had a full compliment of gears.

Unfortunately, that incident left us so shaken that we decided not to take the side trip we had planned on to check out Peaceful Valley organic garden supply in Grass Valley.  They specialize in California native plants and supplies for organic gardening, and Cindy had really been looking forward to visiting their store.   She was hoping to get some seed potatoes and we would probably have gone north with a trunk full of vegetation, but we decided not to take a chance on the car having further problems.

So we'll have to go there on some future trip.