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trials and tribulations : EasyClosets not easy (for plaster walls)

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Following the glowing recommendation of friends who used EasyClosets systems to maximize the storage space of their San Francisco condo, I ordered shelving to convert our small hall closet into a pantry. We have a larger closet in the family room that we use for coats, and the hall closet is directly across from the (also small) kitchen. My hope is to move the collection of small kitchen appliances out of the dining room and off of the kitchen counters, along with the canning supplies currently in my office and the stocks of rice milk, paper towels and distilled water that are stashed here and there under counters and at the backs of cabinets. I’d like to remove the bookshelf from the dining room entirely, relocating the cookbooks to the nearest shelf around the corner in the living room.

At any rate: EasyClosets. Nowhere on their website does the word ‘plaster’ appear, nor is there any warning statement indicating that the hardware and mounting system — set up to drive the weight of the shelves against the wall and down toward the floor — is suitable only for drywall. Nor does any such warning or distinction appear in the instruction booklet accompanying the materials. Nonetheless, the anchors are readily identifiable as drywall anchors (once you have them in front of you), and the E-Z Toggle website clearly states (when you go searching for clarification), Since plaster has a different composition than drywall, E-Z Ancor® products cannot be used.

So. Here we are with a living room full of particle board, a dining room full of the stuff that we took out of the closet to prep it plus the tools we assembled for the installation, and no pantry. I called EasyClosets and am hoping that the guy who’s ‘done a lot of installations,’ but wasn’t at his desk just then, will call me back with instructions for mounting the shelves into plaster. I’m sure they would rather do that than pay to ship the particle board back to themselves because they don’t make it clear that their system is drywall only. I, of course, would rather have mounted shelves in the closet than not, so a hardware alternative would work for everyone.

Our own research didn’t leave us very hopeful; from what we could tell, the approach for mounting wall units into plaster is nearly completely opposite that of mounting them into drywall. With drywall, you use anchors to distribute the weight across the wall as evenly as possible, and the surface takes the force. With plaster, it seems that you drive as much of the weight into the studs as possible and away from the wall itself. As our closet is adjacent to the original exterior wall, we have only the first stud off the wall to work with, smack in the middle of the space; the closet is not wide enough to span two supports. The other alternative, of course, is to install freestanding shelves that are anchored to the wall for balance only, but I can’t tell you how sick I am of that type of setup. I believe my exact statement on that topic was ‘I want a pantry, not another gosh-darn bookshelf in a closet!’ It was late, I was tired, but the sentiment is the truth (and if you know me I’m sure you can guess that by gosh-darn I mean a whole bunch of other stuff not suitable for prime time).

Hopefully EasyClosets will pull a bunny out of a hat for me and save us from having to have another gosh-darn bookshelf in a closet.

trials and tribulations : EasyClosets not easy (for plaster walls)

garden log : a whole lot of planning

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The lavender bursting out in new growth.

My garden notes these days are trending more toward the ‘to be undertaken when I have more time, money and energy’ and away from ‘done done done!’ Happily, growth continues without me: the lavender has taken to its new home and is sending out all kinds of shoots, the first yellow daylily of the summer appeared this morning, and the roses continue to bloom. I haven’t made any more progress on the peony identification front—I emailed Kelway’s asking for help, but haven’t received a response—but I have a new bloom to work with: the transplanted peonies produced a single blossom that opened up today, so I’ll take some photos and see what I can learn.

In terms of the future, I’ve been researching roses and sketching out a plan for preparing a new bed and moving a large old climber to a sunnier roomier spot against the south wall of the addition. The prep appears to entail major soil modification, in the form of compost and topsoil addition, and the purchase of an arbor. We’ll then let the bed sit and get nice and juicy over the summer while I research how to actually move the plant in the fall. This approach has the added bonus of giving me plenty of time to shop for a suitably un-kitschy arbor; I’m fussy with regard to avoiding the country cottage look as much as possible while still filling the house with color and the garden with flowers.

The other plant-shifting project that I have in mind for June involves the creation of a raised border bed in the middle of our front yard. Well, truthfully, at the edge of our front yard—thus the border aspect—but in the middle of the expanse of grass made up by our lawn and our neighbor’s. This bed will serve several purposes: improving the drainage of the front yard, visually defining the edge of the yard, rerouting of the letter carrier, and providing a home for several sun-loving plants that are currently hanging about in less than ideal circumstances. Over the past couple of weeks I’ve acquired three little sprouts that need to go into the ground soon. The rosemary and ‘Italian oregano’ (thyme) will go into the new bed, with plenty of room to grow into nice sizable little shrubs; both should overwinter here without a problem. The summersweet is destined for the existing bed, but its future location is currently occupied by a clump of yellow daylilies and some garlic chives. So, those two plants will be moved to the new bed as well. It’s my hope to put the small fragrant rose bush—the Crimson Glory—into that front bed as well, but I need to do a little more research on soil conditions and wind protection and that sort of thing before I make a final decision about that.

In the meantime, I water them in their little pots and hope for the best!

garden log : a whole lot of planning

garden log : new iris bed planted

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The new bed of crested irises.

I took advantage of the few days between downpours this week to clear the liriope from under the smaller dogwood and prepare a bed for the crested irises I’ve had sitting on the porch in boxes. It’s far too late for them to bloom this year, but they’re reported to spread easily and aggressively, so I’m hoping they’ll do that over the next couple of months. In an effort to both contain that spread somewhat and create a visual boundary between the bed and the composter, I edged the bed with bricks scavenged (with permission) from our neighbors’ old patio.

While working on the bed I was amused to have a pair of catbirds hanging around chattering at me. I could tell they were just waiting for me to move back a bit so they could get at all the food I was turning up with the soil. The dirt around the tree was chock full of worms; whether that was because that part of the yard is healthier than the front or because they’re staying closer to the surface of the saturated ground, I couldn’t tell you. I was reminded of our efforts to clear the pokeweed roots last summer and the way the catbirds flocked to the turned over soil. This year’s birds haven’t gotten used to us yet, I don’t think: none of them were as bold as the ones from the previous year. Already I can tell that I need to put down a thicker layer of mulch, as the squirrels have been successfully pock-marked the bed in only two days.


The wee rose bush at the back of the house.

One of my goals for this year is to create a better environment for the four rose bushes in the yard. I am pleased to say that the pruning I gave them last autumn seems to be helping them bush out quite a bit more this year. They’re coming in quite well, and the two smaller ones already have lovely deep blooms. I know that I need to create more space around them, as they’re getting choked by weeds and being kept from drying out. I suspect the bushes are over 25 years old, possibly longer; I don’t think the previous owners planted any. One at least, the deep red very fragrant low-growing bush at the back of the house, appears to be Crimson Glory, quite possibly from soon after its introduction as a new hybrid tea rose in 1936 (the year our house was built). It’s odd to imagine a rose older than our parents just plunked at the back of our house, but nice to have the continuity with the original owners. I hope to have as much luck identifying the three other plants!

garden log : new iris bed planted

garden log : new composter & blooms a’bloomin

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Bloomin’ quince.

With the official coming of spring, plants are bursting into bloom all over the yard. The flowering quince has been in full bloom all week, joined yesterday by the forsythia and the opening of the daffodils. The flowers were a nice reward for the work I’d put into clearing the beds, and I was pleased to see that a liberal sprinkling of cayenne pepper was successful in blocking the attempts of the squirrels to dig to China and treat the crocus bed as a lunch buffet.

The outdoor work of this past week was decidedly less appealing than the flower rescue of the week before. We pruned the Eastern tent caterpillar egg sacs out of the small cherry tree, only just ahead of the appearance of the caterpillars themselves. I am loathe to have the trees sprayed, but the caterpillars really creep me out. If there are nearly as many as there were last year I may go that route. We also discovered that at least one of the cherry trees is diseased; I’m going to have our arborist advise us on whether it will recover or if we should think about just having it removed.

Our other main project was cutting deadwood out of the large quinces and cherry trees that form the north property border. While we were there we—and by ‘we’ I mean my partner—wrestled a six-foot high ‘stump’ covered in ivy out of the back corner of our neighbor’s yard. When we moved in the upper half of the ivy-covered trunk of this dearly departed tree had fallen and landed on our garage, held in the air by the vines. Having cut it free and wrestled it to the ground the first year we were here, we had some idea of what removing the stump would entail. Thankfully, the public works employees in our town are wonderful, and they took the whole thing away without us having to saw it into smaller bits. Earlier in the week I’d cut down three saplings that were crowding the larger trees, and they also took those trunks without a problem.


Our new double-barreled tumbling composter.

The other big development in the garden this week was the arrival and assembly of our new tumbling composter. I’ve always wanted to compost, having become fascinated with the process as a young child, and I persuaded my partner that it would be both possible and financially advantageous to do so in our small suburban yard. In selecting a composter, I was concerned with minimizing animal access and being able to do the manual work of turning the compost myself; he was concerned with odors and having an overly visible contraption that made us the laughingstock of the block. The selection that best met most of our needs was the Mantis ComposTwin, a high-tech tumbler that cost the most upfront but seemed most likely to be workable for us in the long-term. To address the visibility and mocking concerns, we chose to place it under a tree and behind the neighbor’s bush, on the south side of the yard. Because it’s contained and aided by ‘composting agents,’ I’m hoping that the relative lack of sun won’t impede the composting process; it will be a few weeks before we are able to fill the drum and find out if it will actually make compost.

At any rate, it arrived on Monday, in three large and heavy boxes, and a friend came over that evening to help us put it together. Yes, that means we celebrated St. Patrick’s Day by assembling a contraption into which one places food scraps to rot. Now you understand my life. The assembly process took us about three hours, with a break in the middle for dinner. We quickly lost the light, so after assembling the frame outdoors we moved to the foyer and front porch to assemble the drum. There was quite a bit of pushing and pulling and cursing, so I highly recommend having at least two people to assemble this beast. Once together, we placed it on its frame and threw in an inaugural mix of leaves and kitchen scraps, in the backyard in the dark. And then we had some beers.

Next up: pruning the deadwood out of the neighbor’s dogwood and weeping cherry that border the north side of our yard. I also plan to cut down another sapling that’s grown up right next to the maple’s trunk. And, of course, there’s always more lirope to kill.

garden log : new composter & blooms a’bloomin

back on the grid

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We’re home. We brought back 16 quarts of blueberries, already down to 12.5 and dwindling from there. My general approach is to eat as many as possible while they’re fresh, then freeze or bake them as they get a little more wilted. Rough life, I know.

Being back on the grid house-wise means being back off the grid car-wise. I dropped off the rental car this afternoon, after my final run to the store for things I’d forgotten on the weekend (rice milk and walnuts) and a visit to the garden. I discovered (not surprisingly) that my pepper plants were on their last legs, a combined effect of high temperatures and the pipe for the water to the garden in the process of being replaced. That I have peppers at all is a happy result of the kindness of my garden neighbor who has been watering my plants every day he’s there. I was happy to catch him this morning, and gave him half of the last of the jalapeños (the only pepper plants that thrived on my neglect, although the poblano didn’t do too badly, either). In exchange, I was offered an oddly tubular eggplant, which is currently roasting with those from our farm subscription in preparation for being mooshed into baba ghanoush, which itself is destined for the freezer. Yesterday I made my first batch of hommus as a warmup to today’s efforts with the eggplant, both recipes from the second volume of The Vegetarian Epicure. It was quite good, and very garlicky. I tend to double the garlic for most recipes, and always forget that’s not generally necessary for those from hippie vegetarian cookbooks.

In addition to food, I’m thinking a lot about paint. We have the paint for two rooms of the house (upstairs bathroom and family room), and as soon as I replace the tiles in the downstairs bathroom in the spot where we took out the frightening electric heater we’ll start using that one and get to work on the upstairs one (which will be painted, caulked, and grouted to within an inch of its life). The painting of the family room waits on the removal of the drop-down ironing board cabinet and the repair of that wall, as well as, of course, the moving of all of the stuff that’s currently blocking the walls. I’ve almost settled on a color for the bedroom, and that paint job will be easy as we’re also switching rooms. I’m trading down, taking the second small room as my space, and we’re planning to use the largest room as the bedroom, so it’ll be easy to paint during that transition.

And that’s the status report from the homefront. Welcome back.

back on the grid