Another morning spent bending metal. I fabricated another berry rake out of the remaining copper and fashioned handles and spill guards for both of them. Now all I have to do is solder them together. I tried once again with the soldering iron, the stove, and even a clothes iron, but none of the tools can deliver precise heat with enough intensity to solder sheets of copper together. I delight at how little copper remains from the original sheet but loathe recycling such a useful metal. Surely I can put it to good use at another time. As Ric would say, I’ll put it in a neatly labelled box next to the one that reads “pieces of string that are too short to save.”
This evening’s foraging began as the shadows lengthened across Cook St. Katrina and I walked along the periphery of Beacon Hill Park and collected Rose Hips (Rosa sp.) to dry for tea. The hips are very large, some about 1” in diameter and a beautiful red that give them the appearance of cherry tomatoes. Many have insect holes or soft, discoloured spots, making the picking slow despite the abundance of hips. The smaller hips appear to be less damaged by insects. We picked until the sun set, and I actually skipped out a little before Katrina to enjoy the golden glow over the Strait of Juan de Fuca and mysterious veil of shadow and clouds obscuring the steep Olympic foothills on the opposing shore. The water was tranquil, and my thoughts drifted to kayaking alone in the still darkness on the silent Salish Sea.
