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There are two kinds of home improvement. One type amounts to little more than maintenance. It could hardly be called “home improvement” in fact; “home status quo” would be more appropriate. The second is the actual addition of value to the home.

This weekend’s project tackled the latter. More than simply adding value to our home (and the monetary value would be negligible), this weekend’s venture will add value to our lives in the form of fresh peppers, beans, and zucchini. We began our garden.

“Isn’t February a little early?” you ask. It certainly is for planting, but we weren’t planting. We were creating a bed for our coming lasagna garden.

There are many ways of creating a layered garden (hence the name “lasagna”), and many are “no dig” methods. We elected to go for the all-day, back-breaking, line-your-garden-with-timbers method.

Of course, this meant a lot of initial cutting, which was great, because I got to use some of the equipment Papa and Nan have been buying for me over the last two birthdays.

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Still, in order to have a nice cut that didn’t go too far into the timber, I had to pull out the trusty reciprocating saw — the tool every homeowner should own — to finish it off.

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K, being the surveyor that she is, wanted to line things out before digging. It was useful, to be sure, but I was simply planning on digging it out with timbers for reference.

We got a cute picture out of it, though.

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The real work — the heavy lifting, to use a cliche — came next: the digging. Getting land level gave me a new appreciation for landscaping crews.

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Once everything was level, the rest went fairly quickly. Driving ten inch spikes through three layers of landscaping timbers (though pre-drilled) aside, it was fairly pleasant work.

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A little filling in the cracks and final digging — then we were ready for the first layer.

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The idea of lasagna gardening is simple: layer leaves, compost, peat moss, and manure on a bed of paper (to keep out weeds, I believer) and simple plant. No tilling, no nothing.

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Lacking newspapers, we used magazines. I’m hoping the glossy paper doesn’t have a detrimental effect. (No one Google it for me — ignorance is bliss.)

Whether or not the best method, it made for an interesting image

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After the paper, we added our first layer: leaves. We’ll let it settle before adding the other layers.

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In the end, I’m not sure what our neighbors found more amusing: laying out issues of Discover magazines or taking pictures of every step.

70-300 Zoo

Why are elephants seem so wise? Because it looks as if every experience is etched on their face:

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1/100, f/5.6, 300 mm

Why do giraffes seem so elegant yet goofy? Lumpy, bumpy heads.

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Why do baby orangutans seems so playful?

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1/320, f/5.6, 270 mm

Because they are, even with empty Folgers containers.

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Why does the Girl seem more and more independent? Because she is. She gets her zipper going, hops with joy, then rips off the jacket and cries, “Try ‘gain!”

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1/160, f/4.5, 150 mm

She’s not quite this independent, but give her some time — she’ll be there before I’m ready.

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She already realizes how far away she is from baby-hood.

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Thoughtful

What I was getting at in the last post is simple: most inspirational writing requires no mental unpacking. It tells; it doesn’t show.

Nell Maiden (who, I recently and sadly discovered, died in 2003)  shows:

Prayer, September 29

Lord,
if it’s going to happen,
pack it in an earthquake.

Give me epiphanies that blind,
that trip or wring
and tear but leave no doubt.

Deliver me from diurnal grinddown,
from innuendos, suspicions,
from mere cells quitting.

Let it be fatal and instant.

Or stripe it with rainbow.
Call me to action with purple.

Lord, let me know.

I sleep in lieu of deliberation.

I’m strung staccato.

I’m insensitive to puns, hair growing,
the lampshade wearing thin, that shy kiss
that hardly costs a breath.

Lord, grant me moans.

And when it’s over, give me
a moment to realize and leave
me breath enough to say:
yes, yes, yes.

Amen.

That is what I mean.

But most Evangelical believers don’t seem to be interested in things that have multiple meanings, especially when it comes to belief and faith. They seem to be less interested in instant epiphanies than instant religious gratification: microwave dinners for the soul.

I don’t want my soul filled up with cliches.

In the Backyard

While much of the country still seems to be under snow and ice, we’ve had a warm spell. Spring comes early in South Carolina, with temperatures already in the mid-60s. It’s likely to cool back down, but for now, we’re enjoying the warmth.

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Such a change from the last group of pictures from this time of year. L requires a larger and larger arc on the swing to provide the same satisfaction. “Higher” she can now ask, and I wonder how much longer we can even use this swing. Certainly this will be the swing’s last spring.

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And yet there are plans for the replacement, and a tree house in the same area. “In a few years,” K says, but those few years will melt faster than the single snowfall we experienced here (in January of ’07).

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The little girl, evident in this picture, will quickly replace the lingering lines of baby, and before we know it, she’ll be talking about having a tree house.

Sacred and Profane

Where I grew up, we didn’t have many trees. There was a maple in the backyard that, by the time I was in high school, was of decent size, but otherwise, bare. It was one of those “modern” developments: raze everything and build houses.

Our house has a fair number of trees, and I’m fond of them all. Sure, it’s a mess in the autumn, but they provide oxygen, summer noise reduction, and shade. And they’re simply lovely. All trees.

Our neighbor, two houses down, doesn’t think so.

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He apparently sees the annoyance factor, for this week he chopped down an enormous poplar that was in his front yard and cutting the heads off all his other trees.

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To be fair, the poplar was leaning over his house, and that is the crux of the issue: protecting one’s home often takes precedence over nature. With lawnmowers, mouse traps, and chainsaws, we subdue our small square of land.

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It’s how we mark our territory for other species. “Mine: stay out.”

I’m okay, you’re okay

Most Christian inspirational writing is simply an affirmation of mutually accepted beliefs. Much of it offers little new insight. At best, it’s semi-poetic reinterpretation of old Christian cliches; at worst, it’s painful restatements of the obvious.

Take this passage from Speechless, by Steven Curtis Chapman and Scotty Smith:

Jesus has taken away our punishment on the cross. There he defeated our great enemy, Satan. God’s loudest singing and his most passionate delight is expressed in the gospel of his grace. Through the gospel God is with us. By the gospel he saves us In the gospel he delights in us. Through the speechless gospel he quiets us with his love. In the gospel we hear him rejoice over us with singing! Does your heart allow you to imagine God himself serenading you with his love songs?

What does this really say? Nothing that Christians don’t profess on a weekly, daily, or even hourly basis, depending on their level of personal piety: God loves us, and Jesus died for us.

“Jesus has taken away our punishment on the cross.” Heard it a thousand times. Nothing new there. It’s about like saying, “Mayonaise is made from eggs.”

“There he defeated our great enemy, Satan.” And hamburgers generally have meat in them.

“God’s loudest singing and his most passionate delight is expressed in the gospel of his grace.” This is a semi-original way of saying, “God’s happy when someone is saved.” What Protestant church doesn’t ring with those words at least once a week?

“Through the gospel God is with us. By the gospel he saves us.” Shoes generally have an element on the bottom known as soles.

“In the gospel he delights in us.” God loves you — that’s at least one being in the universe that loves you.

“Through the speechless gospel he quiets us with his love.” Really, God loves you.

“In the gospel we hear him rejoice over us with singing!” I’m not joking — God loves you.

“Does your heart allow you to imagine God himself serenading you with his love songs?” I’m only going to say this once: God loves you.

It’s like contemporary Christian music: what sense of satisifaction can someone get saying/singing the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over? There seems to be so little intellectual content. All emotion, all the time.

Even Schleiermacher would be distressed…

Third Time Is the Charm

Currently, three of my classes are finishing up a short unit on persuasive writing. We looked at various types of arguments (argument from authority, reason, emotion, etc.) and, after practicing with a fairly harmless topic (our school’s dress code — everyone, not surprisingly, wrote that the dress code should be abolished), we’re working on something weightier: capital punishment. It’s a cross-curricular assignment: it will also count as a social studies grade.

But the nagging problem with school writing is audience. “Who am I doing this for?” some kids ask, and “Your teacher and yourself,” while a true answer, is not a satisfying one.

How about, “For the world”?

I’ve tried several times to get class-related blogs started. I haven’t always been successful. I’m trying again, though: students.ourenglishclass.net.

The aims are simple:

  1. provide students with a medium to publish their writing; and
  2. teach students how to use use basic content management software.

So if you don’t mind, take a look, give it a mention if you have a blog, visit often, and leave a comment or two.

The Girl’s Room

We moved into our house eighteen months ago, with grand visions of how we were going to upgrade, remodel, and improve — and the understanding that would take years.

Many of our accomplishments are sort of like the ASP I would write during my brief stint in IT: no one on the outside has any idea what’s going on under the hood, so to speak. We’re remodeled closets, replaced plumbing, added insulation, installed new windows, installed a new door, fixed every single faucet in the house, changed some of the outlets, and a handful of other projects. Except for the door and windows, the rest is invisible.

We’re not even finished with the initial decoration, though we’re one room closer as of today. The Girl’s room is almost done: two more rugs to buy and a couple of pictures to hang.

K finished the curtains this weekend, with a little help from our friend.

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The result:

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Three 10mm, f/8 exposures: 1/2 sec, 1 sec, and 2 secs.

Perhaps the best part: L loves her room. She loves sitting at her table, putting together puzzles (which, at this age, means instructing one of us to put them together, or better yet, Papa), coloring, having a snack — anything. We return home and she immediately asks me to accompany her to “pie-ku,” her L-ese version of “pokoj,” or “room” in Polish.

Talking to Babcia

When I was a teenager, I was infatuated with a girl who lived in Idaho; I lived in Virginia at the time. We spent a fortune on postage and the occasional phone call.

I can’t help but wonder how that would have transpired in today’s wired world, where L can show babcia in Poland what she’s drawn.

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If anything, the relationship would have burned out sooner, I’m sure.