It was just a touch, in a few low spots, nothing that touched any of the remaining garden veggies, but as I was moving some EP netting today for the goats, the grass seemed a bit more ‘crunchy’ than it should. Every thing seems to be about two weeks early this year. But not the frost. Last year, it was a day later. Go figure!
So today’s activities have changed, pulling frost sensitive plants, and the thermal opener from the hoop house. We also will be tossing more to the pigs… Lucky guys.
Hope. If we could grow hope, I think the world would beat a path to our door. It would come in a little white box, with a lite blue or purple ribbon… The box would have some heft to it, not heavy (hope isn’t really hopeful, or helpful if you can’t lift it). Yep. We’d be rich, although if we had enough hope to hand it out like that, we probably would just give it away, cause, well, we’d always have more.
So instead this is the kind of hope we handle. Seeds. Each tiny seed represents so much hope, of life, of growth, and more seeds that will come from it. These seeds are from a dear friend, from some tomatoes she grew this year. They are a really pretty black cherry tomato, that tastes good too! I’ve had mixed success with tomatoes, which is fine, as we only grow veggies for ourselves at this point, but I have hope that this next year will be an improvement on the last. Who knows some day we might just offer a veggie CSA. For now though, we are sticking with meat.
Here’s to hope, in the coming season of thanks, for all we have, and for next year.
Happens every year. End of July rolls around, and bam, it’s fair season, the beans are ready, fall planting needs to be done, and if it isn’t in already, it’s a really good time to get hay. I don’t feel like I’ve slept in days, napped maybe but that’s it. The beans always seem to be the more stressful thing for me. Probably because they are a staple for us. A 40-50 quart staple. Plus all the ones we eat fresh in the summer. And that’s just the beans. There’s lots more that’s growing, it just seems to be the beans are ready when we don’t have time to give to them. I even tried to get them in two weeks early this year. Dry spell, and they seemed to creep out of the ground at a snails pace. A second sowing is actually working out OK, as they are just now starting to set, and if we stay on top of picking them, we might get enough to put up for the winter. Ah the unpredictability of farming/gardening/life. Love it.
Provider (our stand by)
Soleil (new to us this year….)
What’s your favorite garden staple?
Happy 4th! I thought you might all like to enjoy something cool now that we are in the throws of summer. Yes, it was cold this winter. Although we got away with no snow (much to the sadness of the two small bi-peds) This was some of the kale that didn’t get incorporated into a salad, and now, it’s being turned into next year’s seed. It’s a wonderful cycle, and makes my lack of attention to detail (getting all the old plants pulled up) look like smart planning. It also seemed to fit the theme of the 4th of July. Independence. Freedom from others telling us what to eat, and how to live. Nothing says ‘shove it up your nose’ to the big Ag conglomerate like saving your own seed.
I hope all you and yours have a fun and relaxing Independence Day!!
That’s right. We haven’t used chemicals on our property. Ever. Nothing with a warning label (except for beer traps for slugs, but that was when we first moved in. Now we have ducks) I’d rather see things like the bright pink wash of wild geraniums under our deck, or the insects (our farm buzzes with life, and not just from the bees). Even tent caterpillars are spared the toxic bath. How do we deal with them you ask? We pull weeds before they flower (if at all possible) squish things like tent caterpillars and aphids (bugs don’t like to hang out near squished friends) and tolerate a little more ‘English garden’ look about the place. Do we ever worry when we see one of the kids with a piece of grass hanging out of their mouth? No. Our biggest worry with them, is that they will not wash the mud from their hands before picking the wild salmon berries…
Thant last shot is of a branch that was fully engulfed by tent caterpillars this spring, nasty squishie squishie by yours truly, and there wasn’t another tent in the orchard. The alders around the place though? Badly mangled. Farmer win.
So sad. With all the rain we have had, the weeds seemed to think they had a green light. They were wrong. The beans are much happier now too and that’s a good thing, because we have two little green-bean-aholics who are waiting for the ‘bites’ to be ready.
Now to get to the other 5 beds that need some weed-hate poured out on them.
The weather today was perfect for weeding. Was. Perfect. And that was a good thing as I’ve been gone for almost two weeks, and it was about time to find the beets and carrots. Now it’s pouring, and I still have some items to take care of outside. I guess its just one of those days when my work cloths get pre-rinsed.
I was excited to see this when I headed into the garden this morning. Potato flowers mean the potato tubers are starting to set. You can also tell what colour the potatoes are by the colour of the bloom. So although I didn’t make any notes about where I put what, if I wanted some baby spuds in a few weeks, I’d get purple here. (I assume the bloom colour thing is true, I know it is for the 5 or 6 varieties we grow.
Anyone else out there gardening in the rain?