We do make an effort to shop at locally owned businesses, but yes, we use Amazon too. Chris ordered something specific for over-wintering his bees and it was delivered as promised…
Until the guy tried to back down our tree-lined long driveway. I still don’t understand exactly how this happened, but this is what we found when we came home from running errands. Apparently he backed down, turned around, drove over an old telephone pole held in place with two metal fence posts, landed in the meadow and continued to drive towards the road until his truck sunk up to its axles. He called his supervisor who came out with some sort of grip pads for under the back wheels and told him to just back up and go out the way he came in (yes, up a hill, over the telephone pole and back on to the driveway?!?). When that plan didn’t work, they called a tow truck.
Hopefully the next thing we order will be less eventful!
A time warp has settled in over the farm – has it really been six months since my last blog update?
We survived a winter with several snow storms. The first one was pretty, the ones after that became progressively less beautiful and more of a nuisance. This storm was pretty.
As the snow melted I started my garden seeds under grow lights in the basement. I moved them to the greenhouse in March. It happened again this year; I accidentally planted 192 tomato plants. The seeds are so tiny, and I had eight varieties I wanted to try. I planted 12 of each, but it just didn’t look like very much in the potting tray, so I decided I better do 12 more of each variety… just in case.
In addition to planting too many plants, I ALWAYS say I will be more patient and not start my seeds so early. They tend to outgrow the greenhouse before our official planting date. Two weeks after the last frost generally falls around Mother’s Day for us, and invariably, there are still a couple of chilly days, but I just couldn’t wait any longer. Those 192 tomato plants, along with peppers, squash, cucumbers and herbs had the greenhouse bursting at the seams. I only planted 45 tomato plants in the garden and I gave the rest away (such self-restraint – or maybe it was lack of space). They looked so nice all freshly planted and trained to their string trellis system.
By the end of May, the strawberries started to ripen. I was determined to finally get a good crop of strawberries. I worked hard on the strawberry bed; yes – the one that I have relocated 4 of the last five years that we’ve been here. But this time, I think it is finally in the right place. We picked over 40 pounds of strawberries this year – sometimes 4 pounds a day! Strawberry season is finally over – but now the blueberries and raspberries are ripening faster than I can keep up.
We added two barn cats to our menagerie. “Meow” our previous mouser – who ironically had no voice and never meowed went on to greener pastures. We missed her presence on the farm, especially when the mouse population increased. We now have Toby and Teddy – two year old males from the local SPCA. They are currently residing in their cat condominium while they become acquainted with the sights and sounds (and smells) of the barn where they will live. Hopefully after several weeks acclimating themselves, they will choose to stick around when we open the doors for more than feeding and cleaning the litter boxes. They look like twins – I’m not sure how we will tell them apart.
Here we are at the end of June and I’m already busy with the harvest. Today I pulled garlic, red onions and shallots so they can dry on the porch for a while before I hang them in the basement. There are peas, zucchini and patty pan squash to pick daily.
But what I’m really waiting for is that “race to the red.” Yes, the first red tomato of the season. Those 45 tomato plants are loaded with green tomatoes – a few are starting to blush a light pink. I’m hoping for a plump, juicy, red tomato to accompany the burgers on the grill for our July 4th picnic.
And the best news of all on the farm???? I officially retired from that “real” job three months ago. You’d think that being retired I’d have more time to keep up with this blog, but we’re busier than ever!
All summer long, one of the first things we did first thing in the morning was grab the colanders and hike the pasture fence line collecting wild blackberries and red wineberries. We weighed them – out of curiosity, and calculated the haul for the day. Most days, it was over a pound of berries. We ate some out of hand, mixed some in the morning yogurt, ate more than our share of pies and cobblers and froze gallon bags full. And then I decided to try to make wine.
I bought a wine making kit with everything I would need – except it came with a five gallon jug, so after a trip to find a one-gallon jug and adjusting the “recipe” I gave it a try. I’m definitely more into immediate gratification; now I have to wait for at least six month (or even a year) to try something that my sister says is going to taste like Boone’s Farm anyway. Cheers!
I can never have enough garden space. And, we had a problem hillside that I just couldn’t tame. A new garden seemed like the perfect solution; but nothing is ever easy. We planned a retaining wall made of landscape ties, some landscape fabric to suppress the weeds and a load of top soil to create a herb garden right outside the back door. After three trips to Home Depot for extra supplies, and a full weekend of work, it finally came together. It looks pretty good – don’t you think?!
I’ve always wanted a terraced garden, and the sloping hillsides on No Rhyme or Reason Farm definitely need terracing. A match made in heaven, I suppose, except for the sweating and sore muscles that came along with it. My new fenced in space is now terraced for all the things that will permanently reside in the garden — fruit trees, raspberry bushes, blueberry bushes, strawberries and asparagus. And I have space left over in the lower part of the garden for potatoes and squash and whatever else I can shoe-horn in as the growing season gets going.
Now I just have to be patient and wait — and wait — and wait for the fruits of our labors.
We moved those sweet little fluff-balls of baby chickens who had grown into noisy, smelly teen-aged chickens to the coop. A friend had said our two remaining “old hens” would mother them. Not so much.
The one hen was downright mean to them, and the teenagers cowered in the corner. When we saw the mean “mother hen” pick one up and shake it by it’s wing, we knew we needed to do something. We unrolled chicken wire inside of the chicken coop and divided the space so that the new residents have their own space, and the two crotchety, old hens have their own space. At least for the time being. We’re waiting for a week to ten days until we give them common space again.
In the meantime, we let the old hens out for their daily stroll where they scratch the dirt and eat the grubs and ticks and anything else they can find. Except this time, something went wrong. When we went to put them back in the coop – we only had one old hen. The other disappeared. There were no feathers, no note saying she ran away from home — nothing. We waited until it got dark out, expecting her to return home and say she didn’t want to run away from home after all. But she didn’t return. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it was the mean one that went missing, but it was the other one — not that she was nice, but at least she wasn’t mean.
Then Saturday morning the chicken riddle was solved (no… not the age of old question of “why did the chicken cross the road?”, but our chicken riddle… where did the chicken go?).
We saw a FOX sitting in the yard eyeing the chicken coop, waiting for breakfast! Now we only let our remaining hen out on supervised recess. We’re down to getting just one egg a day until the teenagers get a bit older.
In the meantime, we took a look at our trail cam and found a good picture of our fox trotting past the bee hives. Now that I have his picture, I think I’ll put up a “Wanted: Dead or Alive” poster for our chicken killer.
Last summer when we were in the midst of construction, we didn’t see rabbits very often on the farm. Maybe the construction scared them off or we disrupted their nest areas or something. There was one rabbit that we saw frequently that seemed to have a goiter on his neck; I haven’t seen him around this year.
This year we seem to be overrun with rabbits. They’re cute but they’re everywhere. I don’t mind that they are everywhere, until they are in my garden.
You would think it would be impossible that they are in my garden. My garden fence is built like Fort Knox. It’s six feet tall with an extra bib of fencing at the bottom that is imbedded in the dirt to keep out the likes of ground hogs or anything else that might want to burrow in. My garden is locked down tight, secure and impenetrable.
But then my Swiss Chard went missing – the whole row – gone. And then all the bottom leaves on my Brussel Sprouts vanished. Followed by the disappearing act of two rows of Beets that came up one day and were gone the next. I was accusing the birds, or bugs or a rare fungus or mold issue that must be attacking my plants in my impenetrable garden.
Until I saw a baby bunny hop right through the 2” x 3” square of the fence. Yep, hopped right in and headed for the spinach. I headed in after it and shooed it out the other side of the garden – right through the fence on the other side of the garden.
The next day Chris wrapped the entire garden in sturdy bird netting. Now it is impenetrable.
I replanted the beets, gave up on the Swiss Chard and I’m waiting to see if the Brussel Sprouts recover.
The upstairs of this house was a mess. The carpet was filthy. Walking across it left footprints in the dirt that had rained down from the attic. The bathroom was disgusting. The toilet had a rag stuffed in it. The tub was falling off the wall. The linoleum was peeling. It wasn’t very pleasant.
As with everything else, it just took a plan. We knocked down the wall between the two small rooms and turned it into one gracious space. It was definitely one of the better decisions we made. The Master Bedroom is spacious and full of light with two windows facing the front yard and two windows facing the back. Out the front window, we watch the activity at the bird-feeder (we have Nuthatches, Cardinals, Wrens, Blue Jays, Red-bellied Woodpeckers, Downy Woodpeckers, and squirrels who apparently think they are birds). Out the back window we watch the deer who graze their way through the backyard at dusk every evening. And I can use the tiny “back-stairs” to go directly from the Master Bedroom to the Kitchen, should I have a midnight snack attack — how convenient.
We reconfigured a closet that was in the bathroom and opened it up in the bedroom instead. It wasn’t an easy task for John and his crew. The wall was two feet thick and solid rock; it took some muscle to knock it down. In the bathroom we converted the nasty tub into a walk-in shower, added a floor to ceiling cabinet for a linen closet and a bathroom vanity with lots of drawer space!
And then here was the tiny room at the other end of the hall. It’s wasn’t really big enough for a bedroom. It was a little too big for a closet (though visions of a wonderful room-sized closet did cross my mind). It became the perfect spot for a quiet retreat and a home office. The ceiling is low in this room. It’s only 80″ tall (that’s 6’8″). We bought bookcases that are 78″ tall. I held my breath as we moved them in to place, I wasn’t sure they would fit. But they did, just barely. In fact, they look like “built-ins,” and they are the perfect place to display tchotchkes from our various trips. It looks like it was meant to be just like this. Not just the upstairs, but the whole house. It was meant to be our home.
That is definitely the question. Whether we will be able to move in on October 10th or not, only time will tell.
There is a lot to get done yet, but John assures us it is all doable, given no major problems – like Hurricane Joaquin, or the lack of electric, plumbing, septic, propane, heating/cooling. We have windows, doors, cabinets, counter tops and some appliances. The electrician is scheduled to finish up early next week, TV & Internet on Monday, HVAC, plumbing & the concrete patio on Tuesday, carpet on Wednesday, a double oven on Friday (to replace the one damaged in transit)… it’s a tight schedule of things to be completed. An orchestra of craftsmen, all trying to play their parts in harmony; no missed beats, no sour notes, no room for error.
We are more than tired of our time at the Homewood Suites. It’s getting cold out, and back in early July, I only packed my warm weather things. I miss my wooly socks and turtle necks. It’s time to pack away the shorts and flip-flops. Everything is in transition, in boxes, in limbo. For three months we’ve dealt with a two-burner stove (only one burner works on a regular basis), a microwave and a toaster. We’ve been relatively creative with the meals we’ve prepared, but I want to roast a chicken, bake some bread and have Arianna decorate some cookies in the new kitchen.
At the moment we still have no front steps. We can’t get front steps until we get the concrete landing, and we might not get the concrete landing if we don’t get some dry weather. We have electrical outlets and light fixtures installed, but no electricity from the pole. They are supposed to hook us up on Tuesday, unless of course they are dealing with mass outages from Joaquin. The septic probably works, given that we have a new pump, but without plumbing and electric so we can give it a test flush or two – we just don’t know.
And, moving weekend is Columbus Day weekend, which means my strong moving crew will be away. They can get a few necessities in on Friday night before they skip town (like a mattress, a TV and a couch), and help us with the rest when they get back on Monday – but in the interim we’ll just schlep boxes, one at a time, and try to unpack – maybe. Or maybe not.
I came up over a hill on a snowy day, and there it was … looking like home. It had been empty for more than 4 years, neglected and in need of some TLC — that’s all… just a little TLC. I called the Realtor.