September

September passed in a blaze of heat, sunlight, and smoke. The days were meltingly hot as the summer faded– I remember sitting in the shade, midday, with full-body sweats due to the intense heat and humidity. Poor tiny Pendulum (our kitten) endured the heat in his fur suit! We gave him ice cubes to play with and rubbed him down with water.

Early in September, some friends of ours arrived after completing their quarantine. We had hopes of completing some farm projects, fishing for salmon, and practicing wilderness skills together. Like many of our planning efforts, things changed suddenly and viciously. The night of September 7, severe winds, ash and choking smoke swept into our little valley, forcing us to evacuate.

That night, we abandoned the tents and slept in our car, intermittently turning on the fan/internal car filter to try to clear out some of the smoke that was creeping in. What a strange, scary, and surreal experience – it was incredibly hot, with the car reading over 80 degrees at midnight. The winds howled and moaned through the trees, with huge gusts depositing ash that coated the trees, cars, and tents. No one was able to sleep much at all.

I was worried that a nearby fire was coming over the ridge. The past week had been smoky, ever since an arsonist set fire to old growth forest less than 15 miles away from the farm. That fire ended up consuming 500 acres of land and forced a series of evacuations. However, the smoke and ash that we experienced on the night of September 7th were from much larger fires raging across Oregon and California. Without cell service to drip feed us information, we had no idea the scope and magnitude of what we were facing. We would later learn tragic news, these fires consumed whole towns and were responsible for many fatalities.

The next morning the weather was the same, though the smoke was worse. It was like a solid entity, obscuring any view and burning the lungs with every breath. The air quality rose above 1000 PPM, which was well beyond double the ‘hazardous’ air quality rating. It felt apocalyptic – the sun was a flaming red orb in a soupy, mustard-yellow sky. We drove into town to try to figure out the situation and hopefully get some respite from the smoke. However, the Verizon cell towers were down, and we could not access the internet, make calls or text. Our friends decided to head south down the coast to see if they find a pocket of clean air. Another friend who lived in town invited us to stay in his spare room while we figured out a plan, which was a huge relief.

After spending a few days at our friend’s house, we packed up and left early in the morning to drive to Pat’s parent’s house in Washington, where we would stay until it was safe for us to return to the farm. The drive was horrible – we wore double masks because the smoke was so pervasive. Even with multiple masks and an agreement to run the air purification setting every 10-15 minutes, we spent most of the drive nauseous from smoke inhalation. The visibility was low, and sections of the highway were closed off further south and east because of the rapid spread of the wildfires. Finally, we made it to Longview. Since we had not been able to quarantine before arriving, we were careful in limiting our interactions. However, Penny was still able to meet a new cat (his first time meeting a cat since he left his litter). He was pining to be friends, but the other cat was older and uninterested in sharing her territory. Penny was undeterred! It was also Penny’s first experience with a bed and with carpet – both things he now deeply enjoys.

We were emotionally and physically exhausted by the time we reached Longview, and it felt good to hibernate in a house, safe from smoke. While it was nice to have internet, our lives quickly returned to gross amounts of television and anxiety over air quality reports. After a few days we began to feel restless to be back outside. I realized how much I missed the farm: being outside every day, watching the various wildlife, and working the land. Finally, 12 days after evacuating, we were able to return. It felt good to come home! There was plenty of clean-up to do – between the smoke, the wind damage, and the rodents and other critters that had gone wild while we were gone – but it did not faze us. After learning of the extent of the fire damage elsewhere, and the many lives forever altered, we were fortunate to be safe and back on the land that we love.

The end of my journal entry for when we returned reads:

[…] When we finally were able to come back to the farm because the air had improved, I realized how excited I was. It feels good to be back. I have already done a bunch of tasks/chores and it felt nice. I know moving forward there will be times when I don’t want to do chores, or I will wish that we had Internet access. But for the time being, I am going to lean into this feeling of joy at being back on the land.

Right now, Pen and I are in the tent while Pat is at Sean’s, and we can hear the water drops falling off the surrounding trees and plants. The air feels exceptionally clean and it is a beautiful relief to be able to breathe again.

The days that followed were rainy, with sweet, clean air. The fog that I love so much billowed up through the valley, floating through the trees and obscuring the far ridges. We returned to our schedule, rising early in the morning, wandering down to the makeshift kitchen in the garage to begin the day. These mornings were peaceful – they felt like a blessing, a devotion. I began to understand the peace that was available here. Easily we fell back into our jobs – Pat working on removing blackberries while I clipped my way into the snarl of roses in the garden. Penny played and wandered, jumping around in the trees, and excavating holes while we worked. At night, we listened to the elk herd bugle to each other on the high valley ridges, and heard three different species of owl – Bard, Screech and Great Horned – vocalize during their nighttime hunts. All the while, the shift of the seasons became apparent – the wet earth smell, the changing leaves, the way the sun looked filtering through the trees. 

After a hot, smoky summer, I embraced the coming autumn.  

One of Two

Every holiday season I knit a pair of socks. It is a Christmas gift tradition that started in 2015, with a simple pair of cuff-down socks in a self-striping Opal Daydream 6-ply yarn. It was my first time using the Magic Loop method, which is now the only way I knit socks.

Fast forward five years, and I have knit many types of Christmas socks – some practical, some with cables, some with colorwork sheep, and even a tiny pair of baby socks for a newborn nephew.

I think that socks are one of my favorite things to knit, and to gift. While the endless variations can keep the knitting interesting, even simple, plain socks are appealing to me. There is something cozy and comforting in having a sock on the needles as the days get shorter and colder. A small project that can be pulled out and knitted on wherever you may be.

This year, I am knitting two sock patterns from This Handmade Life, one for each Mom in my life. Currently on the needles is Woodland Nymph in Knit One Crochet Too Crock O’ Dye fingering. I received the yarn many years ago in a promotional KnitCrate sock box. I’m glad I held onto it as it is a very pleasing wine color and has a good texture.

The next pattern I will knit is the Wildflower’s & Honeycomb socks. I think I might knit them up in some speckled Madelinetosh fingering that I have.

I hope I can meet the Christmas deadline! Good thing Penny likes to ‘help’ me.

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