Dear Mr. Paulson, Re Your Recent NY Times Op-Ed about Mass Extinction

10/4/21  Dear Mr. Paulson,  You arguably are one of the most powerful, famous, and networked men in the world, with many important accomplishments. I am the completely ordinary, middle class, volunteer steward of 53 acres of publicly owned, remnant floodplain woodland situated on the banks of the Des Plaines River. Based on your eponymously named Institute’s website, you apparently spend much of your time as a “thought leader” working to somehow combine free-market growth with the urgent necessity to mitigate carbon emissions and save biodiversity, while I spend many days studying, thinking about, and working, hands-on, to protect and increase the biodiversity of this small patch of actual land. For example, this very morning, before breakfast, before I was aware of your op-ed in the New York Times discussing solutions to the epochal, mass extinction event humanity is causing, I read a report about the likely effects of climate change in Illinois, including the poor adaptation prospec

Two Experiments: Slow and Sustainable

I.  In which plants and insects from far away contribute to my home office

Pines in Karelia
     “What you doin’?” asked the three-year-old who lives next door. I was standing on my front porch wielding a paintbrush.
     “Finishing my shelves.” I showed him my brush.
     “But I don’t smell anything,” his mother said as they went by.
     “Hah!” I thought, exactly the point.

A stint of house/cat/garden minding had brought in a little extra cash, and I decided to use the proceeds to finally set up my home office. No longer for me a life of migrating in search of a place to work within my own house!

Mostly this involved commandeering what had been my son’s room but now functioned as a sort of storage and staging area for my daughter. Heartlessly, I removed her belongings and arranged an old desk, chair and my laptop. What should I purchase? Bookshelves, of course. I decided on some rules: inexpensive, sustainable, and easy to assemble/disassemble. The last because, after having lived in this house nearly half my life, rooted as an oak tree, I may need to decamp on short notice. You never know.

Like so many others, I ended up at IKEA and brought home some unfinished shelves and side units made of pine. The tag said "made in Russia," which a little research revealed most likely meant the trees had grown and shelves had been manufactured in Karelia on the Russo-Finnish border.

Tea Plant
Once home with what, when assembled, would be eight linear feet of six-foot high shelving, I had to decide what finish to apply. New white pine glares in an old, somewhat scruffy house. What to use? More rules: non-toxic as possible and no known petroleum ingredients. Not having a ready supply of black walnut hulls, I thought of tea, and set off on a journey across the Internet, stopping at woodworkers’ forums in the UK and North Carolina, a forum devoted to the refinishing of Fender Stratocaster guitars, a tea drinking site, and a woodworking blog by a tea-emporium owner. En route I discovered that belly dancers dye certain parts of their costumes with tea and that you really don’t want to try duplicating Arts and Crafts fumed oak at home (too much ammonia in an enclosed area).

So that’s how I ended up on the porch, painting my shelves with very, very strong orange pekoe tea, Camellia sinensis, a plant native to China but probably grown in India, Sri Lanka or Ceylon.  I brushed on four coats and then a final coat which had been darkened by a small amount of vinegar in which steel wool had been soaked overnight. Using this last straight will turn plain oak or tea-stained pine deep, deep gray or even black. I discovered that a small amount mixed in tea gives just a little depth to the gentle tan color.

Carnauba Palm
Then came three coats of furniture paste wax, in itself an interesting material. I happened to have some of the traditional stuff around the house, made of carnauba wax, beeswax, natural oils, and natural turpentine. Carnauba wax comes from the leaves of the Brazilian palm Copernicia prunifera; it hardens the beeswax, whose yellow color comes from pollen and propolis. The turpentine comes from the resin of pine trees, sometimes as a by-product of making wood pulp.

The whole process took more hours, over several days, than I care to admit, but they were pleasant ones, out there on the front porch. The weather was good and I got to visit with the neighbors. All in all, the materials were reasonably sustainable, though not locally sourced. You can't have everything, I suppose. There were no bad smells, I cleaned up with soap and water, and the teabags and cotton rag used to apply the wax went in the compost pile. I’m sitting here now, looking at those shelves filled with my beloved books. They seem just right.

II. In which I make my first-ever jam from mostly my own berries

I've always grown raspberries (Rubus spp.), and we've eaten them up with no thought for the future. This year I happened to read Independence Days by Sharon Astyk, which is all about food storage and preservation. I've also gotten interested in food plants native to the U.S., and this year would be my first chokeberry (Aronia melanocarpa var. elata) harvest. This would be the summer to make jam. Part of the raspberry harvest went in the freezer, along with some blueberries (Vaccinium spp.) my husband brought home from the farmers' market. Then I barely got the chokeberries before the birds, and in the freezer they went. Was I cheating by freezing the berries before making jam?

Good thing I froze them: canning jars and equipment took a couple of weeks to find, as did the citrus pectin that lets you make jam sweetened with a little honey instead of using a cup of sugar to each cup of fruit. However, all was finally assembled one recent Sunday afternoon, so after procrastinating awhile by rereading a history of canning--did you know the process was invented to help keep Napoleon's army fed?--I put on some music and started in to jamming.

An hour and a half full of mashing fruit, boiling water, steam, tipped jars, a slight burn, some language ("everything ok in there?" the living room contingent asked), and hopefully not-permanent stains on the counters resulted in five well-sealed 8-oz. jars full of deep, deep purple jam. I felt as though I had accomplished something worthwhile. Was it a one-time experiment?

The next day, as she snacked on whole-wheat banana bread spread with that jam, my daughter said, "Oh Mom, this is good." Guess I'll be making more. Maybe apple butter, when my CSA grower Dan brings in the Cortlands I've ordered.

Note: This post has been crossposted at Energy Bulletin.

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Diana Studer said…
After telling us how you did it, won't you show us what the shelves look like?
Our Ikea shelves have travelled half the world. Decades old. And still unfinished but much loved and well used.
Hello Diana,

I'd love to, but unfortunately I don't take pictures. They look a nice aged tan, as though they'd been there a few years. And no blotches like regular finishes leave unless you use a sealer.

Maybe I should learn to use a camera.
Anonymous said…
Enjoyed this charming post very much, and am so grateful you included so much of your "what I learned on the way to..." information, as well as the web places you checked into. Tatally pleasant story you are sharing here.
Carol said…
Throughly enjoyable and educational post. Great to have an office of one's own too. Wonderful to stain wood without toxic chemicals. ;>)
Enjoyed this post! I remember, very long ago, in my student years in Moscow, I used black tea to dye white fabric for my summer dress. To finish wood with tea - what a great idea!
thanks, MRG--I know who you are! LOL

Carol and Tatyana--I think there are many new ways to do things using old ideas and techniques.