Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Barn Raising

o·ver·whelmed - to be buried beneath a huge mass; to overcome completely in mind or feeling



It happens every Spring.  The long dark days of winter sequestered in the confines of our warm & small farm home result in me wondering and dreaming about growing things... through electronic media.  "Oh! That looks lovely!"  "Why, I wonder, have I not planted that before?" "Maybe a few more of this will add even more beauty to my bouquets..."  "People asked about this vegetable, (ok, only once), I should try growing it."  So I peruse catalogs, websites, Pinterest, and dream of the sweet aroma of Oriental lilies, cactus zinnias, poppies the size of dinner plates.  I order, and then order, and then order more....  Seeds, starts, and plants....  And by the time May comes I am inundated with planting and transplanting, weeding and more weeding.
Garlic growing happily in the straw.  Just-transplanted 350 snapdragons with Achillea and Columbine in the background.
Just planted zinnias, baby's breath, and cosmos

1200 one gallon pots of Bluecrop, Draper, Northland and Patriot blueberries.... ready and waiting to be planted in our new raised beds.  Just need to make those beds....

So as always, I press on.  Press on through the achy joints and stiff muscles.  Unsure of whether they are due to the work of the farm or the residual of the aromatase inhibitor I take to prevent cancer reoccurrence.  Mourning the loss of energy and expectations of pristine and weedfree rows. But rejoicing in the beauty of the new, the rebirth, the hope and the gratitude in life.


My supervisor Ally.  Enjoying the sunshine and watching me catch our first swarm of the season.
It was an "easy swarm".  Only six or seven feet from the ground in a blooming honeysuckle bush.  All I did was  backed the Gator under the limb, climbed in the back, opened the deep (a big hive box) with drawn out comb and gave the branch a good downward shake.  Most of them landed in the deep. Some of them of course landed in the back of the Gator.  I just waited for a while and then they all flew into their new home.  Happy as bees!
The barn is taking shape.  Just last Friday the piers were poured. 

Marty, Thomas and Chad - our foreman and crew from Morton Buildings.  They work SO hard.

Filling the holes.  The next morning the whole crew returned (with Steve, a fourth member not pictured).  They started putting up the walls.  And then by Monday afternoon they even had most of the windows in.






Today's Journey Joys: blueberry plants producing, strawberries in bloom, honey being made, flower planting and dreams, baby white kittens, sweet potato starts, freshly mowed grass, warm sun and wind, friends who like coffee and conversation, potatoes growing, warm showers, herb garden growing...




Wednesday, May 10, 2017

The Rush of Spring


Spring brings a frenetic pace around these parts.  Tilling, planting, weeding, tending, birthing, chopping, burning, digging, and sculpting the soil..... in between copious amounts of soggy cold days which chilled the soil and seemed to never let up.  As we watched the rains come down for over two weeks, the weeds grew, the grass flourished and the flowers bloomed.  Finally, the sun came sliding through the clouds warming the bones and nurturing the warmer weather crops.  Asparagus and rhubarb stretching their stems skyward.

Seven of my hives from last year survived the winter and are doing well.  So well that I double- supered them right before the cold wet weather came.  Now they are eager and "busy as bees" to capture as much nectar and pollen from the spring blooming flowers and trees as they can.  In two weeks I will harvest the delightful springtime honey - my favorite honey of all.

In the meantime, planting of the dahlias, orchid gladiolus, and ranunculus kept me busy.



Our NRCS guy Joe, sold me eight of his red star chickens... they are much more friendly than mine and seem to follow the tractor wherever it goes.  I like when they gobble up the grubs.  But could you kindly leave the worms please?


Picking tulips for the first day of Market.  It was a fantastic first day at the Farmers Market.  We brought blueberry bushes, black and red raspberry bushes, tulips (of course) and rhubarb and asparagus.  This year our placement at the Market is in an ideal area.  Much more visible. Ally decided that she would come to the Market and help every weekend.  It was great having her with us!


Spring has also been filled with end of the year adventures for Ben.  For months he and his friends at school have been rehearsing for the annual school play.  This year's play was an acting stretch for most of the students.  Ben played an erudite, elitist member of the ruling class who appeared to be caring and compassionate but later turned out to be ruthless and self serving.  There was a part in which he had to yell at the top of his voice off stage, seemingly at a young girl (who actually was in a different room).  Believe it or not, Ben rarely has risen his voice in anger.  He said it was an interesting experience. That and wearing a wig...


Gary also took advantage of the dry days between raindrops when the road to our new building site was too muddy to work, to finish burying the electric line from our well to the house.  It's been on the surface for about half a year.  What a great project to have completed.



And..... (drum roll)..... the materials for the barn arrived this morning!









I must admit - I was concerned about those massive semitrailers getting up and around the bend.  But the driveway stood strong and the ground was dry..... at least for an hour or two... then ten minutes of rain fell hard.  Turning the dry road to a slippery mess.  But the heavy tractor trailers made it down and drove away.  I'm sure that it was an adventure that they don't do every day!

The time for building has arrived!

Today's Journey Joys: Heavy trucks maneuvering through our S-shaped driveway successfully, tulips for another week, Columbine flowers in bloom, snap peas and potatoes growing, university decisions, the end of my semester, blueberry plants ready for the field and the opening of walnut leaves on trees.

Melancholy

I shouldn't write when I'm feeling like this.  Emotionally fragile and oscillating between tears, fears, and frustration.  Yet ...