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.
With the summer drought well under way, the grass has pretty much gone dormant for the season. But you know what hasn't? The weeds! (Although borage is a bit too useful and pretty of a plant to be called a weed in an unqualified sense). A quick trip into the food forest area to pull… Continue reading Thank God for Weeds?
Now that the spring weeding is complete, we can finally get started with the summer weeding. I have switched out my workout schedule so I am only training Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. On Wednesdays and Fridays I am running wood chips or pulling weeds. This section along the fence between the garden and the… Continue reading More Weeding, More Garlic.
This really should have been done a month ago, back when the squashes and maters went in the ground. But it didn't. Some years are like that. It took until June Something-or-other even to get Bed 2 weeded this year. Once the weeds were pulled out then we had to mound it up, throwing the… Continue reading Trellising.
When you head to Texas for two weeks... The weeds decide they own the place. Seriously, some of them were over my head. Of course, it's an ill wind that blows no good. The ruminants were all pleased as punch about the wheelbarrow loads of weeds they were getting out of the deal. It's hot… Continue reading Weeding and composting.
This was Saturday, May 30th, the last day before Daddy left for National Guard orders. Getting to the thistles was a top priority, as they were starting to put on buds. But first: Cannellini beans! Dozens of little beanlets! And we took a few minutes to weed out another section of row 5 and seed… Continue reading Thistle Massacre
We have moved the animals on. After about 10 days at the east end of the north pasture, we have shifted them to the north side. This is the worst and least productive part of the pasture. We have decided to mob graze it this fall/winter. That is, instead of moving the animals through fast… Continue reading Pasture Rehab (with a digression about Curly Dock).
If only more people understood. If only I understood. This is what Traherne was on about. I complain about not having time to get into the garden as much as I would like, and sure, there are a lot of tasks that ought to be done, for productivity and for beauty, but honestly... It still… Continue reading God Provides
When I was a boy, I found a lot of four-leaf clovers. I also found a lot of five-leaf clovers. I found six- seven- and eight-leaf clovers. I had whole blank books filled with clovers I found and taped in for posterity. I wonder whatever happened to those books. It is unlikely posterity will ever… Continue reading For Such a Time as This
This morning I decided to use my workout time to move wood chips. It is a nice, easy recovery activity after the harder workouts of Monday and Tuesday, and, let's face it. The garden needs it. There is nothing the farm needs right now more than a few days of dedicated wheelbarrow work. For no… Continue reading Matthew 13:24-30: A Very Disappointing Morning.
Little Farm in the Big City 