Bringing the Early Iron Age to Life


Time flies as seasons change

They say that time and tide wait for no man. Nowhere is that more true than when you are wanting to get a whole slew of projects done before the weather turns for the seasons.

In this instance, getting all the trees taken down was the easy part. The point where I didn’t delegate enough time in my schedule, was in getting the trunks moved so that the wood could dry and season out of the weather. It really is a case of “I need to remove the trees so that I can have the wood so that I can build the things where I can store the wood from the trees”. There’s just no easy way to do it, and get the land cleared to plant the new field for grain for the year. The philosophers say that it is a classic “chicken and egg” problem, with no easy solution.

As I said above, getting the trees down was no real problem. Not only did they get cut down, but the trunks were cut into roughly four foot sections. The trouble arose when my body decided that moving the tree trunks, uphill, by myself, was a foolish thing to do. So that set me back quite a bit as far as time goes. Now I have tree trunks lying about in the space where I was planning on expanding the garden – which of course can’t be done because of the tree trunks lying about on the ground. If only I could get them to walk themselves up the hill and into the shelter so they can cure. The smaller trees were no problem, or rather, were not much of a problem to move on my own. Sure their lengths were a bit awkward (some were almost nine feet if they were an inch), but they were manageable. It’s just the larger trees (with their denser wood) that have proven themselves to be difficult. I’m still mulling over the idea of letting a few woodworkers I know of that I have available some tree trunks they might be interested in – if they come get them and maybe give me a bench or stool or two in return.

After Lughnasadh…

1 June 2017 Late afternoon

1 June 2017 Late afternoon

Lughnasadh has come and gone, and with its passing, autumn has begun. Still, I have to wait until after the Autumn Equinox before I can start taking out trees. While I can’t take out the trees in my neighbor’s yard, I can at least give my little patch of ground a better chance at more sun by taking out a few (bunch) of them. I probably won’t wait for the leaves to have fallen before I start preparing the area I want to grow my grains. First up in rotation will be barley, to be planted before midwinter for a spring harvest. Then, I will plant my einkorn for a later summer harvest. After they have had their time, I will plant some red clover to give back to the soil the nutrients my grain crops have taken from the earth. I will also be increasing the size of my garden, and maybe relocating it slightly.

I have not given up on either this project, or my dream of working toward an Iron Age feel to my backyard. I will admit that having a yard that is completely on a slope, with no real truly flat area, can be somewhat discouraging at times, but I will prevail! I never expected this to be easy, but at least it keeps me healthier.

Spring is here

Heard my first mourning dove today. For me, they have always been the heralds of Spring. Even though the Cornell site (All About Birds) shows them as being year round in Ohio, I never hear them during the winter months – and not just because I’m indoors.

Soon I should be getting back to my persona story blog entries. I just wanted to post about this because I like to make note of when I first hear the mournful sounds of the mourning doves.