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.
We stripped this willow trunk bare feeding to the cows and sheep. They go crazy for it, gobbling it up like candy. They even prefer it when they are on grass, and the sheep peel the bark off the larger branches and eat that. Within a week or two it is already sprouting a ton… Continue reading Eats Shoots and Leaves
Miss Winnie is now two years old. As a newly minted two-year-old she feels that she should be directly involved in all the major tasks on the farm. Whatever Mommy or Daddy are doing, Winnie wants to help with it. She won't hear any of this nonsense about, "No, you're too little." What do you… Continue reading Me-Me do!
It's been a while since we've updated on the Turkeys. We originally had 7 which arrived at the beginning of June, living in our large brooder for a couple of months. One escaped the coop and hopped the fence, flying off to be a free turkey like his ancestors, but the other six are still… Continue reading Turkey Birds
Here it is, September. The gardening season is about over, because it has been getting cool and rainy again, and now... Now! the garden has decided to wake up and make something of itself. Get in my belly, corn! Tomatoes just beginning to turn, corn beginning to tassel out. Let's see if anything can manage… Continue reading Garden Update
Our seed cleaning screens from Siskiyou seeds came on Monday, so on Tuesday we completed the winnowing of the wheat. As it turns out, it was also the final threshing. First, scrubbing the tomato out of the rubber tote. The kids were all about this because it involved using chlorox wipes. They love the smell… Continue reading Final Winnowing
The cows are her favorites. Just like her Mommy.
That should totally be a thing, by the way. I think it would be awesome. I got home from working out this morning to find a small man awake and ready to start the day. Actually, he was snuggling in my spot in Mommy and Daddy's bed, but as soon as he heard that I… Continue reading Man Work Monday
Like Saint Paul, I boast willingly of my weakness… The ultimate gardening fail, buying tomatoes from the store in August.
You never can tell with Western Washington. Last year it was hot and dry through late September, this year we had a cold, rainy week in mid-August. This has played havoc with some of our delicate dry crops, particularly Adam's runner beans and our cannellini beans. We love cannelini beans, and Mommy cooks them into… Continue reading Cannellinis.
The acoustics on the farm are kind of funny. Sometimes you can be on the other side of the yard and yell at the top of your lungs and the kids won't hear you at all. Othertimes you can be halfway down the field and you can hear the baby laughing or crying from the… Continue reading What the farm is for
