Suuri Seikkailu ja elämä nyt!

Hyppäsimme käsi kädessä! Olemme saanet aitoutta, pysähtymistä, heräämistä, hetkeä. Nyt elämme hirsiä ja pellavarivettä, banaanilaatikoita, teinejä ja taaperoa, koiranneniä ja lampaita, kaartelevia merikotkia ja huikaisevaa halua merelle.

KOTIKALLIO

KOTIKALLIO
Näytetään tekstit, joissa on tunniste forest. Näytä kaikki tekstit
Näytetään tekstit, joissa on tunniste forest. Näytä kaikki tekstit

21.12.2013

Forest Works...

I walk at our estate with owner's steps, heavy on the big boots carrying a billhook on my shoulder and dreaming of a strong all-terrain vehicle that could take the wood nearer to the farm.. Here used to cattle pasture in the old days.  I am trying to find trees down by the latest storm. They'll end up to warm our home when chopped and dry. 
Saapastelen tiluksilla vesuri olkapäällä ja haaveilen mönkijästä, jolla saisin raahaamani rangat pellonlaidalta liiterin kulmalle. Nyt on varustuksena vain kumpparit kosteikkojen ylityksiin ja kohmeloisten kyiden varalta, jotka taitavat kyllä jo nukkua. Koitan katsastaa myrskyn kaatamia, josta saisimme polttopuita. Siihen se tämän metsän hyöty tyssää, sillä vieri vieressä on vain metsälaissa mainittuja erikoiskohteita, jotka on paras kiertää kaukaa ansaintamielessä. 

That seems to be the best profit we can get out from our forest that is mostly special objects mentioned in the forest law - cliffs with old tiny pines, small bogs between them, over hundred years old trees, wells - objects to protect, not to get rich with...
The ground is so poor that the trees clone themselves instead of growing new cones every year by rooting a branch near the mother-tree.
Sitten se alkaa, voimaantuminen, joka tuntuu ensin vain reisissä mutta vähitellen myös mielessä. On niin kaunista, hiljaista, tuoksuvaa. Tämä on nyt sitä viheraltistumista, ehdin ajatella. Metsä voimistaa, mutta myös nostaa esiin niitä voimia, joita minulla jo on. Hiljentyneestä ajatuksesta pulpahtelee uutta. Liikutun.
Then it begins, I can feel it first in my legs that get warm from the climbing, then in my mind that gets calm. This is it that they call 'empowerment by the Green'!  Fresh thoughts get room to step forward. I had all this strength inside me but couldn't get hold of it before now. I am touched and I can breathe.
Minun metsäni oli joskus merestä kohoava kalastajien taukopaikka, tilan lehmien metsälaidun ja jossain välissä itänaapurin taistelupolku, mutta se ei ole tämänpäivän talousmetsää. Käkkyrämännystä ei ole kuitupuuksi, sillä se on toista sataa vuotta kasvanut kallionkolossa kippuraan. Jyrkänteeltä on kymmenen metrin pudotus kalliotasanteelle, ja lähteen ympäristö on kosteikko, joka ei jäädy kovimmallakaan pakkasella. Tämä onkin luonnonarvometsää!

My forest has another kind of value that I had understood. Here used to the first hunters and fishermen stay when the water was much higher than now on my high cliffs, the cows find water from the ancient well that never gets frozen and the passing armies rest during the struggles between the neighbouring countries.
It is said that inside a well there are pre-historic colonies that have survived the turmoils of the earth - alga that can be ancient. 
Raihnaisessa ryteikössä lähteen syvyyksissä saattaa asua kaikista maailman myllerryksistä selvinneitä eliöitä. Ikiaikaisista männyistä ja kuusista voi kaartua niskahirsiä. Heikunkeikun-metsän haavat kasvavat paanuvärkkiä ja vesikouruja, lepät paneelia ja puu-ukkoja. 

One could make a hiking stick of an old juniper, a fishing rod of a rowan, rain gutters of aspens, special boards of alder... 
Kaipaamani vaellussauvan saisi katajasta, onkivapoja pihlajasta. Jämäpölleistä lovettaisiin ryhdikäs pyöräteline ja lisää samettiturpia; yksi meillä jo onkin, Tuisku, joka rotupaperien mukaan on aito norjalainen pöllivuononhevonen!
Would it be exciting to build a rope bridge between the cliffs? Is this ring of stones a cooking oven of the Russian soldiers from the 18th century or even older?

Olisiko köysisilta alas jyrkänteeltä jännittävä? Maastopyöräura huimapäille? Onko outo kiviympyrä venäläisten soppatykki? Miten ennallistetaan metsälaidun? Ketunlieko kiemurtelee jääkauden jyräämällä kivirinteellä, jota pehmeä tumma sammal peittää. Metropolissa syntyneelle metsä on pelottava. Meillä on vielä perimässä tietoisuus, että metsä on syli. Miltä tuntuisi nukkua siinä?
 
A place for lean-to and camp fire to sleep overnight...

And a Christmas tree... 




19.12.2011

Tree Falling!!

Odd things happen when you get divorced and this is one of them. After my first marriage I inherited the chain-saw like some people get the sailing-boat or the volvo. I never used it for almost ten years - until now.

My Husqvarna
This autumn I have attended a course as a part of my agricultural studies in forest management. I have learnt  a lot about wooding and cutting, special areas to protect and how to stretch between the jobs -
fabulous vhs-videos from the 80's and sweaty evenings in the forest in action!

You learn by doing - so true - for example I was heading with a Valmet tractor of school up a steep slope  that was muddy and slippery to fetch some trunks. I had the first gear on because I was terrified the tractor would fall but it moved slowlier and slowlier even if I pressed the pedal as hard as I could - until our teacher jumped to the cabin and said if I tried the gas instead of the brake...


We were to have a test and I seemed to need some practising, so we headed to our own forest with my chain saw. We needed to take down few trees because we will hire parking and boat places next summer for those cabin owners who have their cabins on islands.


I got down two, it was exciting and fun.  I am now eager to start practising more but I need to get a protection outfit.


And I got through my test at school. The teacher said I should try and play the lottery, too, because I really had luck on my side that the tree fell and to the right direction. He had already started to look for an excape...

12.12.2011

The Perfect Christmas Tree


Someone said that they always choose the one that no-one else wants to take home - like choosing the dirtiest, skinniest puppy with the saddest eyes. My proposal to consider this aspect or at least the forest economical growth was voted down and instead we found the Perfect Christmas Tree for this year.


We would have taken the sledge but the milk carridge was more suitable when we started walking across our fields to the home forest. Being a family with a healthy appetite it is unthinkable to have a trip without a picnic basket. Think if we got lost in the woods?


The air is so easy to breath now and a soft mist was floating between the trees when we admired the old pines and followed the path of the elks. We found many fallen trees caused by the latest storm so here is a job for me and my chainsaw waiting - and our next years firewoods...


By a small fire we warmed our bread and had a mug of hot chocolate with gingerbread cookies, sang and chatted. It is surely a primitive reaction to begin to gather more wood to burn, enjoying the warmth and just wanting it to last a bit longer.

And the Perfect Tree? We found three, one a bit longer to have by our village road and to decorate with apples for the birds, one tiny for the Little Christmas we then had in the evening and one Perfect waiting in the barn for the Christmas Eve...

The Little Christmas Tree. Before the real Christmas we celebrate the Little Christmas by making some Christmas dishes and waiting for the brownie, a helper of the Santa,  to deliver a bag of small presents, one for each and everyone. 
And what makes it so perfect this year? It is short enough for this year we will have it in the attic...