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.
Monday, after the pigs had left for the butcher, Daddy got a call from Papa to let us know they were heading down to return the shoes Seppi left at their house. "Oh, by the way, do you have an upright jack I could borrow to pull out some posts?" Papa always has the tools.… Continue reading An unexpected job
Last week we harvested the wheat, so that it wouldn't get rained on. Timing the harvest is a bit of a challenge. If you harvest it too early the sead heads are green and they don't let go of the seeds worth a darn. If you harvest it too late the seed heads dry out… Continue reading Threshing Time
We are supposed to get a quarter inch of rain tomorrow, so needed to do something to protect the hay that we just bought. So we climb a ladder that’s barely long enough and stand on the edge of an unstable mow. And voilà!
I was originally planning on harvesting the wheat on Monday, but it is supposed to rain on Monday, and Saturday is looking like it’s going to be a busy day, so I took a couple hours to cut it and get it into the shop on Thursday. 140 ft.² of Fife red wheat planted last… Continue reading Bringing in the Wheat
The pigs have less than a week remaining before they go off to the butcher, and the meat birds are now four weeks old, halfway through their brief lives. It is time to get them out on grass, but we don't fancy the attrition rate we had last year with the chickshaw only. We would… Continue reading Bird-Mobile
Let's check on the garden, shall we? A bee on the buckwheat. It has become time to plant our winter brassicas. We have a row dedicated to broccoli, cabbage, kale, brussel sprouts and rutabagas that we hope to harvest all winter long. However, it is also the row in which all of our volunteer potatoes… Continue reading Taters and Brassicas.
Our ducklings were getting too big for their brooder, and spilling their water everywhere, and making an infernal mess. So we put them in a bucket and moved them out to the orchard. That's right, a bucket full of ducks. We aren't completely sure yet, but it looks like our "random" run of leftover heritage… Continue reading A Bucket of Ducks
The Red Fife winter wheat we planted last year is turning brown and dry. It will very soon be ready. Pluck and roll the heads. Blow gently to blow away the husks, and... Wheat berries! Hopefully we will harvest it on Monday.
Well folks, I am pleased to announce that for the first time ever we have a very respectable row of cannellini beans. Those are the short beans, the tall ones are blue lakes, and French runner beans. And the cannellini are loaded! We have to wait until the plants are completely dried out and desiccated,… Continue reading Would you like a can of ‘lini?
Getting ready to go to the farm on Tuesday Morning. Seppi picked out his farming outfit with care. Hat to keep the sun off. 'Spenders to keep his shorts up. Boots to keep his feet from getting poked. And a bag of books, because we had to go to take the older girls to violin,… Continue reading Helping out
