So, living in the city makes it easy to use my bicycle as my primary mode of transportation. Generally, the rides are pretty non-eventful. However, not every ride is predictable and life likes to shake things up a bit, just to keep us on our toes. What started out as a lovely, timely commute to my daughter’s dance class last Wednesday was one of those surprise rides.
Unbeknownst to us, there was a house on Colvin Ave getting remodeled in which lived a beautiful golden retriever who was not very impressed with the construction going on in his house. As the dry-waller was carting his tools and equipment to his van at the end of the day, he left open the front door long enough for the aforementioned retriever to dash out, escaping the noise and confusion of his home and racing straight out across the road where there happened to be a break in the traffic. At that precise moment, my daughter and I were blithely wheeling our way to dance, never suspecting that the danger was to come from the side in the form of grace and beauty and not from behind in the form of an idiot, impatient driver. So, I collided with grace and beauty, and all the impatient idiots were totally absent at that moment (thankfully!). I landed in a heap in the road, and, to make a long story short (which, as you have noticed, I am not) instead of going to dance class, Mark came and picked us up in the truck, and we all went to Urgent Care to learn that my right collar-bone was fractured.
I am learning to do a remarkable number of things with my left arm.
As farmers, spring is about the busiest time of the year, with definite time constraints. It is a most inconvenient time to be without the use of my right arm, but, you know, things could have been a lot worse. There happened to be a break in the traffic at that moment, so neither the dog, nor I was hit by a car; the only injury I sustained was my shoulder – no abraisions, no head injury; the dog appeared to sustain no injuries; I do not live alone, so I have been blessed with help and support. I have much to be thankful for.
Another thing to be thankful for is that this Saturday is Second Saturday Volunteer Day at the farm! Yay!! So please, come on out and give us a hand with spring chores. The weather has been getting warmer and the sun has been shining – who wants to be stuck inside?! Come to the farm on Saturday, May 9, from 9:00 until 12:00.
See you soon!
Wow! Yesterday’s temperatures were amazing. And the sun shone! We transported more plants into the hoop house and seeded our second bed of carrots. The mustard, arugula, and radishes are up in the hoop house. Wednesday, we harvested some parsnips and had a fresh salad with kale, spinach, lettuce, and onions. This is life!
This spring’s early season inspection taught me an important lesson. Rabbits like fruit tree bark. There is no surprise here, but I have never, in all my years growing fruit, experienced the damage. I guess the winter was hard enough and the rabbit population dense enough to incite the cute bunnies to victimize my saplings. Their favorite was the quince tree. I have rabbit teeth marks on my quince saplings from the ground level up about 2 1/2 to 3 feet high where they were able to stand on their cute fuzzy hind legs and nibble the ends of the tiny branches off.
I should have listened last fall to that nagging voice in the back of my head that suggested I might want to protect the trees from rodents over the winter …. but I just never got around to it. Thankfully, I don’t think the trees were actually killed, so I might still have a chance to protect them from next winter’s hungry, marauding rodents. It’s not hard, nor is it expensive. It just needs to be done.
Now it is spring and there is quite a bit of work to be done on the farm preparing beds for planting and just general clean-up from a long, snow-covered winter. Come help us on our first volunteer day of the season – Saturday, April 11 – from 9:00 until 12:00. Let’s enjoy spring outside on the farm! Remember – the farm is located on Wilson Street, one block west of Fillmore Ave, between Sycamore and Broadway. Wilson St. is a one-way street, so you must approach the farm from Broadway. For those of you who want to GPS it, enter 360 Wilson Street.
See you Saturday!
Let me just say, winter gave us it’s best this time ’round.
November was….a surprise.
By December we were pretty settled into the whole winter thing and it didn’t seem too bad. The earth needed it’s rest and we knew the cold would do a good number on tiny pests in the season to come. But it was only December.
Somewhere around the tenth day that the temperatures never left the single digits, we realized Spring sounded downright heavenly.
But it is happening: Spring is beating winter back.
If you don’t believe me, ask the Canadian Geese.
They flew over a few weeks back. They usually know what they’re talking about.
With the temperatures more reasonable now, we have some greens doing their thing in the hoop house.
They are yummy. Very yummy.
Our upstairs is getting invaded by trays of plant starts, a sneak preview of what is to come in the summer months.
Onions, herbs, eggplant, peppers..
Yeah, my mouth is watering too.
Busy is an understatement.
August filled our plates with salads and our vases with flowers. It brought armloads of turnips and arugula and gave all the tomatoes it could. Somehow it managed to squeeze in bags and bags of cucumbers. It kept us canning every possible moment we had, aside from filling the CSA shares each week.
Somehow September found it’s way here and dumped rather similar gifts into our laps. I don’t believe I was the only one who was excited at the prospect of a deep frost. Don’t get me wrong, I love the abundance of summer’s harvest, but one must take a breath and stand up and stretch one’s back.
Thanks be to October. Its silent frosts that sneak in and curl the once-green leaves of the perennial and cut short the life of the happiest annual, leaving a lovely white blanket to remind us of the winter that is to come. Its wind that blows the brilliant colors off the trees and chilling nights that keep us curled up on the couch with tea and a book. Its barrels of dried beans to thresh and trucks of apples to press. Its surprise crop of late peas.
Beautiful October with it’s rare, gorgeous days: clear blue skies and cool breezes to keep our jackets on. Friends to drink cider, eat fresh made donuts, and jump into the leaves with. Fires to roast our chicken over and talk around, comparing harvests, discussing successes and failures. Leftover cider to heat up with spices and things, gingerly sipping a mug of it alongside a sizeable slice of pumpkin bread. Our garden to-do list slowly dwindling in size.
And here we are, hurrying to put in the winter crops and gather the last of the harvest. Just around the corner lies November, waiting to tuck the farm into bed and keep it sleeping until next year.
School’s back! What better way to spend a Saturday than to bring yourself and your school child, who are both reeling from the first full week of school, outside into the waning summer sunshine and work in the dirt for a few hours?
Come out tomorrow morning, September 13, between 9:00 and 12:00 and join us for one of our volunteer days. Come see our beautiful sunflowers! Guarenteed to make you smile!
See you tomorrow,
This month I ‘d thought I’d showcase a lovely, evolving aspect of our farm. My daughter, Keturah, grows flowers, arranges them into beautiful bouquets, and offers them for sale on Thursdays when our CSA members come to pick up their shares. I call it “evolving” because this is the first year she has attempted to have bouquets ready for sale regularly, although she has grown flowers in previous years. All the flowers you see in the pictures have been tenderly nurtured and creatively arranged by Keturah. Imagine tidbits of sunshine and color such as these sitting in your home to bring a smile to your face each day.
Just a reminder that this Saturday is the second saturday of the month and therefore, our volunteer day. The weather should be fine, so come on down to the farm and join us from 9:00 until 12:00 for a day filled with productive work and friends. Our stand will be open from 10 – 12:30 as well.
See you tomorrow!
So, another month has gone by and I still haven’t written that post I promised. That should tell you what kind of month June has been and how the beginning of July has been spent doing catch-up. I haven’t forgotten, just haven’t had any time. But you can come on over for our monthly work day on Saturday, July 12, from 9:00 until 12:00 and see for yourself what is going on. Things are growing, both wanted and unwanted. And, with the recent rains, it makes it easier to remove the unwanted plants.
Here’s a peek at what happened last work day. We weeded the onion patch and mulched it with straw.
Last time I posted a picture about a baby hoop house we added in the spring; this time I’m posting a picture of a baby baby that joined our family this spring (that might help explain what has been swallowing up so much of my time).
No, of course she isn’t mine; she’s my daughter’s and her husband’s. She arrived on our very first CSA day last month – the same day my daughter’s dog tried to take on a skunk (talk about a comedy of complications!) Her parents named her Hazel and she is lovely! We are truly blessed!
Not every June day is filled with roses and sunshine. We came out one Saturday morning and found the windows on our hoop house’s beautiful French doors smashed. It took some doing because we found the offending rock about half-way through the hoop house demonstrating how much force was needed to break the glass. Of course that meant there was shattered glass that far into the hoop house as well. Mark and the boys spent their morning cleaning up
broken glass and replacing the lovely windows with whatever material was available. I asked my artistic daughter to take a picture of the scene, and she turned it into a study of broken tempered glass design. It does look kind of interesting.
June began our CSA season and so far the members have received six buckets of fresh vegetables. This week they received fava beans amongst other veggies. Fava beans grow well for me here. If anyone is interested in buying some fresh fava beans, come on by Saturday morning between 10:00 and 12:30 to our stand right here on the farm. I sell them for $6.00 a bag – a bag will weigh about one pound. We also have Swiss chard, scallions, some herbs, and perhaps some other random items, like fresh garlic, kohlrabi, and carrots. We’ll have to wait one more week to have green beans.
So there, I finally did it! I updated the blog! I hear all your congratulatory cheers and feel much better about life. (hear the big sigh of relief)
Until next time,