They will rebuild the ruined cities and live in them. They will plant vineyards and drink their wine; they will make gardens and eat their fruit.
Despite being a little under the weather yesterday, we processed this year's buckwheat, mostly. I would say 90% solution. I also have to say, this year it has been night and day, less labor intensive and more efficient than last year. This year we hand harvested into a garbage pail so we had much less… Continue reading Buckwheat processing, year 2.
We have been slow getting back into the swing of things since coming back from vacation. The day after we go back Daddy was working, then we had an abbreviated Thursday with a lot of things to get caught up on. We only had two hours to work on the farm, before moving right into… Continue reading A Daddy and Winnie day
We had an unexpected Man Work Monday this week. We had to take Mr. Seppi to the doctor on Monday (he put a rock in his ear on Sunday, and neither Daddy at home nor the doctor at the ER could get it out), but the truck was in the shop, and Mommy could not… Continue reading Man Work Monday
The very first thing we made with our home-grown, home-milled wheat flour. Added water (and nothing else) to make a batter of a soupy consistency. Dropped on a parchment paper lined baking sheet. After about 5 minutes at 400 degrees we took them out and traced crosses in them, then baked them for another 5… Continue reading Altar Breads
Here it is, October. Not a ripe tomato to be seen!?
Stand is a little weak on the outsides of the rows. I might beef it up with some more seed. We have a few more weeks before the short sunlight day.
This week has kind of gotten away from us, in terms of getting out of control busy, but we still managed to push ahead on one project that has been in the works for the last year. We got the grain mill set up on the porch at the farm. This is not an ideal… Continue reading Milling the wheat
Winter Garlic is in.
Our local hardware store was having a sale on their brassica starts. Also, let's repair this water line that Daddy stabbed with the potato fork. Some cabbages, some kale and some brussels sprouts. Hopefully we can have fresh green food through the winter this year.
Little Farm in the Big City 