Old ones

Went to visit Grandpa Fiebing a couple of days ago. He wanted to know all about what we are doing at his farm but also was anxious for me to make sure all the tractors start. I did get the bulldozer running and moved a ton of compost to right in front of the hoophouse in about 5 minutes. At the dining table next to us an old man over heard our conversation. As we got up to go he stopped me and asked about the farm and a little about my background. "I never thought I'd meet a young farmer!" he exclaimed.

Covers

Sunday promises to be one of the most important days on the farm yet. That's when we pull the plastic layers over the hoop house frame and turn it from a bunch of metal bones into a warm microclimate perfect for planting even in the cold north. The sheeting goes on in two layers and a fan blows air between then, inflating the whole thing and making an insulative pocket of air. This modern technology will allow us to have plenty of produce by may and (crossing my fingers) tomatoes by the fourth of July.

Lots of seeds poking up

Even little tiny tomatoes are starting to poke up from the seed trays. Jill's cat Stella has displayed curiosity in green leafy things and I worried that she might start grazing on the seedlings. Using some old window screens I was able to construct a barrier around all the seeds that lets in plenty of light but it too tall for her to jump over. Plants protected.

Used Pickup truck

The 1980 Dodge Pickup truck that I might buy is the right price. It's got beautiful black side paneling and classic chrome lines. But the battery is dead. And the muffler is rusted off. And the exhaust pipe is rusted through. There are no brakes, but fortunately, there is no accelerator pad. The fuel tank leaks. And the points need to be retuned, whatever that means. The engine is in good shape, but we couldn't get the crank shaft to turn over.

I'll think on it.

Decay

Our produce, if left uneaten usually returns to the earth as fresh compost, perfect for little microorganisms and young seeds. If only all food behaved the same. Apparently a Happy Meal, like a diamond, is forever.

http://www.boingboing.net/2010/03/17/happy-meal-is-ageles.html

One year old. And still as disgusting as ever.

Seed starting early

Seed starting has begun. Tomatoes, kholrabi, cauliflower, broccoli raab, onions, spinach, chard. More things soon. The weather is so nice it makes me want to start a few peas and some greens outside. I'll probably do that on Monday. Tuesday our first batch of chickens arrive.

Country Living

Scary:
Coming home late at night to your cottage in the woods to find your power off but the neighbors power on.

Scarier:
Going out in the dark with a flashlight to see if the main breaker is tripped or a power line is down and hearing a pack of coyotes howling and wipping at the end of the driveway.

Scariest:
Running back inside to flee the coyotes... only to have all the power come back on just as you enter the cottage.

Jill and I slept lightly.

Warmth?

This year Jill and I moved up on March 6th to open the farm. There is already less snow than there was last year in April. Today it is 50 degrees and sunny out. We can't quite get the car in the driveway (too muddy) but I bet we'll be driving in before the week is out. The cottage made it through the winter in fine shape. One of the most exciting things to find was the bushel of potatoes I left down in the cellar. They've sat there in the cold and dark since we dug them in October. They look as though they were dug yesterday. Potato leek soup please!

The next bit of discovery will be out at the farm. Abra and I left a row of carrots in the ground to see how they would over winter. The ground is still too frozen to dig them up though. Down in our garden there is already some seemingly indestructible claytonia poking through.

Season 2 -- Reboot

Hello everyone. I just got back to the farm for the 2010 season. One of our goals is to keep the blog and yes, twitter, up and running. Please look here for REGULAR updates. if they stop coming, please browbeat me.

Jess