Fields

Not my fields, which I am slowly getting ready for winter (and should be doing more on now) or the entry-fields in this blog that I have neglected for another month, but resolve to resume (as I have before.)

This time, though, my header refers to fields of literature -- not just sf, but sf central to the argument. There is a lovely and passionate discussion of this going on at Paul McAuley's blog, from a starting rant at Lou Anders's, flowing outward and back again, with plenty of comment both sensible and incensed (sensibly so, to my taste) about sf, art, entertainment, ideas.

I'll be thinking about much of it this afternoon -- gorgeous, cloudless, mid-60s -- as I sharpen and put to use my scythe (the new one, not the still-being-repaired old one.)

Excellent reading -- not surprising, considering Paul McAuley's own centrality to what is best about the field today -- and worth... cultivating.

Fallow

Summer ends soon and I have spent most of the season away from this blog, though not from its subject matter.

The garden did well, if weedily, and despite drought, severe heat, and pests continues to produce eggplant, tomatoes, peppers, squash; there are some potatoes and onions left; the herbs are going strong.

As are the tools. I have spent some of my time away from here learning how properly to sharpen and maintain them, and have managed even to be (somewhat) diligent about applying my lessons to my tools.

There remains, as ever, room for more diligence and greater consistency, both of which I seek, here as well as in the outer gardens I work.

Sandpaper

I have been using a medium grit sandpaper to clean a variety of handtools I use in my garden. There's a pleasant rhythm to the work, working the rust away, then using a file and a honing stone to sharpen the tools' edges.

I re-mounted my hand cultivator on a heavy oak dowel that I shaped with a spokeshave.

These tools have been mine for years, but they feel more mine than ever now.

Magazine

One of the reasons -- one of the many! -- that I stay behind in my gardening projects is that my farm offers so many nice places to sit or stretch beneath a tree and read.

One of the things I read is science fiction magazines. How long since you've looked, for instance, at a copy of Fantasy & Science Fiction? You should -- and you can take a glance and more importantly subscribe at the F&SF site where in a cool move editor Gordon Van Gelder has posted the full texts of this year's Nebula nominees from his magazine.

Find yourself a tree and read F&SF under it!

Dowels

I've been using dowels for various things this week, ranging from a new roller for the reel mower to a new handle for a hand-cultivator. I learned pretty quickly to spend the extra money for heavy oak dowels than the lighter, cheaper and far less effective softwood ones.

Mattock

This year I am using my mattock rather than a tiller, much less a tractor, to turn my garden. I am of course behind, and the fact that our area is now five inches behind on rainfall doesn't make it any easier.

But this year easiness is not only what I cannot afford, it's what I do not want to want.

Brush Axe

In some ways my favorite of the tools, though most favored because of watching my son wield it one memorable day rather than any great attachment to the implement itself.

Indeed, the dilemma of the brush axe when I use it is that its long handle and wicked curved/hooked blade find me as often thinking of earlier incarnations of California's current governor as of the task at hand.

Conan The Bramble Clearer!

Scythe

I love the idea of my scythe even more than I love the idea of my reel mower. I bought the scythe for $20 at a yard sale and have always loved it more than used it, although it has done some work over the past year.

The best day's use it got was after my friend Glenn Dillon showed me how to use it. Proper scything involves a dragging, rather than swinging technique, accompanied by frequent sharpenings of the blade. Sharpening the scythe blade is, at least, easier than sharpening -- or trying to -- the blades of the reel mower.

Now I am trying to repair the scythe, too. The rings that hold its handles in=place were loose when I bought the tool, and have continued to weaken and give.

So I am trying to tighten them, or figure a way to fashion new ones.

Mower

I have spent a lot of the past couple of days trying restore an old -- at least 50 years, maybe more -- reel mower. Maybe you know the kind: cast iron workings, wood handle and shaft, heavy and awkward, no engine.

That last is what I love most about the mower, or at least the idea of the reel mower. Whatever industry and exploitation and pollution -- and craft, skill, commerce -- went ito its manhuafcture, that was it. The reel mower's supply chain is me, as is its fuel source.

Despite much of the work being done on what many -- and most of my neighbors and relatives -- consider a sabbath, I was delivered of some prime invective (creative anmd foul even for me) as I worked to loosen long-srusted bolts and sharpen long-dulled blades. Maybe you heard me.

The mower -- I may give it a name -- is closer to working now than it was or has been for the past quarter-century at least -- but is still not quite there.

Nor is my property well-suited to this kind of mower.

But I think I may be.