This has been a very atypical summer. We have required very little use of the A/C but umbrellas and rain jackets have been a standard part of most day’s attire. By now, usually, the fields are brown, the trees showing the stress of lack of water, the garden and deck pots requiring daily watering. Not so this year. The fields and woods are verdant, the flowers vivid.
The garden has been less productive this year, too much rain, too cool temperatures. The fall type crops, beans , peppers and coles are thriving. There won’t be many tomatoes for sauce and chili this winter. We will have to vary our winter fare to accommodate this failure. We had a couple of weeks of cucumbers and pickles were made, berries were plentiful and jam was put up, but not a single winter squash or pumpkin survived. A trip to Meadows of Dan is in order in the fall to stock up on them.
Today it is actually chilly. Sitting on the porch requires socks and a sweater to enjoy my coffee and the views. This pattern is to continue through the weekend. I am not complaining about this and neither is our power bill. At least today we have sun.shine
This week has been delightful, the weather is mild during the day and cool at night. The rain has abated with only the occassional shower.
On Wednesday morning, our daughter with her husband and kids, along with one of their friends arrived. We are really enjoying having our kids and grandkids here. Their dog is getting along with our dogs fairly well. There was really nothing scheduled, we picked wild blackberries on Wednesday afternoon and made a batch of 6 half pints of jam.
Today we all went to the local you pick berry farm and picked nearly a gallon and a half of blackberries and about 3/4 gallon of blueberries. Daughter and I have spent the better part of the afternoon making 2 batches of blackberry jam and 1 batch of blueberry jam for our pantry and for daughter to loves the blackberry jam, and this was her first time making jam.
It has been a week of pickle making, a couple jars of jalapenos put up, but still no tomatoes. The hens are now laying a fairly consistent 5 eggs a day. Four of the girls still haven’t figured it out, but I am seeing more mature signs from them.
The farm from the SW corner
It is still a cool hazy morning, a delight in the summer. Last night dipped to 52f, I can definitely sleep in that kind of weather. The A/C is off, the windows open, the humidity is tolerable. Tomorrow, we again get rain, but today is to be enjoyed for what it is.
The morning has been productive, adding hay to the coop, some garden weeding and planting for a fall garden. Last week I planted a bed of green beans, a second planting which won’t produce as many beans, but will give us a much longer growing season for them. This morning, 8 Swiss Chard seedlings, 18 broccoli seedlings, and 24 cabbage seedlings were added to give us some variation for the winter. There will be another planting of peas in a couple of weeks and again, they may or may not give us a crop depending on how hot the late summer is and when we get our first frost this year. Any harvest will add to the peas already frozen.
The sole pumpkin looks very sickly this morning. None of the winter squash survived and produced this year. Such is the life in the garden, some plants thrive on the weather of the season, others falter and die. The cucumbers are prolific this year. The 2 small okra plants provide a few okra every few days and most of it gets roasted with other veggies or steamed whole with beans and I enjoy them fresh. So far it is not a good year for tomatoes, there are fruit on the plants, but they are still green, the only 2 to pink up dropped with blossom end rot. I guess I need more calcium in that bed and they could do with less water, but I have no control over that.
The chicks are now producing 4 to 5 eggs a day, more than we will eat. After our family who will be visiting for 10 days beginning tomorrow morning leave, I will have to find others who would enjoy a few fresh eggs periodically.
Life is good on the farm.
Finally a week of sunshine, moderate daytime temperatures and 50s-60s at night. It couldn’t be better. The garden is giving, we are eating and storing. Every couple of days, a meal with fresh green beans and a couple more meals worth in the freezer, a cucumber salad and a couple jars of dill pickle spears.
A few small yellow tomatoes (funny, I don’t remember planting one of them, must have been a mixup at the nursery), the red varieties, just beginning to pink up.
We have flowers to love, to cut, to tempt the hummingbirds, butterflies and bees. Sunflowers, yellow butterfly bush, petunias, brown-eyed Susans and Purple coneflowers. Marigolds, Comfrey, Daisies and a couple I don’t know the names of.
This week we were visited by the usual deer and turkey, but also this fellow came by to say hello. He has been seen in the area for a while and as we don’t leave garbage or birdfeed out, he was just passing through.
Yesterday, we deemed it finally dry enough to mow. The grass was up to my knees, especially in the orchard which I walk through to get to the chicken coop. About a third of the way through, the brush hog picked up a piece of left over construction debris, a 30′ long section of black electrical conduit. It was in an area that has been mowed before and it was never seen, but yesterday, it wrapped around the brush hog drive shaft so tightly we couldn’t get it off. A call was made to our farmer/heavy equipment operator neighbor for help. He was in West Virginia but said he would come by on his way home last evening. He managed to free it from beneath the brush hog, put the brush hog back on the tractor for me and get me back in business.
The orchard has to be mowed with a gas powered push mower, unless I want to remove the electric fence every mowing session and it took forever to push through the tall thick grass to get it done.
The chickens are still only producing 2 eggs a day, and this week we discovered that the largest and most beautiful Buff Orpington is a rooster. Dang, I thought we got rid of all of them.
We have had a couple of power outages lasting from a few hours to a few days this year, so Asplundth is out with a crew doing a job I would never dream of doing. A tiny helicopter with a huge dangling power saw composed of what looks like about 8 circular saw blades that spin and make a racket is flying over the power line right of ways, trimming back the branches from the lines. It is noisy, dangerous looking, yet totally fascinating to watch.
Last week’s heat wave has moderated to normal summer temperatures, still hot, but mostly tolerable. The humidity is still wicked and we must be approaching a record for rainfall, at last report, we were only 8″ from the total normally received in an entire year. The rain has wrecked havoc with the garden this year, the weeds growing fast enough to watch them. The beans, peppers and cucumbers love it, the tomatoes not so much. The plants look ok, but there are very few tomatoes and they aren’t ripening. There is a stellar crop of grapes, I am hoping when they ripen to be able to make grape jelly.
The garlic has cured and was moved to the root cellar shelves today.
There are now 4 pints of dill pickle spears brining in the refrigerator. The frozen vegetables are accumulating in the freezer. A second planting of beans has been done, the peas will follow soon, the cabbage and chard sprouts are developing on the back deck and they will soon be planted in the garden as well.
The young hens are reaching laying age, we are getting 2 eggs a day from them and hope to be getting about a half dozen a day soon.
It is such a delight to be able to eat from the garden and know that there will be home grown produce this winter and to decorate the house with flowers from the gardens.
Saturday mornings are Farmer’s Market day and with family coming for a week and a half, we wanted to get some meat in the freezer for them and winter and stock up on veggies, cheese, eggs, and fresh pasta for our week. We are now getting two pullet eggs a day and have a great vegetable garden, but there are some things I don’t grow, but like or that just aren’t producing yet. Today was a great market, live music and an art show in the street of the market block. We left early enough to get pancakes and bacon for breakfast before shopping and arrived home early enough to start the farm work.
One of my projects for the day was to reconfigure the chicken run to incorporate a peach tree for shade and to leave space for a Purple Beautyberry bush that I purchased a few days ago, also for shade. The latest round of storms that we have had during the heat wave this week have uncharacteristically moved from east to west and the east window of the coop is a drop down flap with no overhang. This has caused the inside of the coop and perches to get wet. Another idea that I had was to create a sheltered area on the east side of the coop, also for shade and to hopefully provide shelter for that window and allow me to put their food outside the coop. While I was moving fence and trying to figure out how to make the shelter, I watched my largest Buff Orpington, who was purchased as a pullet, attempt to mount one of the Red Rocks that are the only egg layers so far. So we now know that the beauty below is a he, not a she…
He can’t stay in the coop and run if he is going to be aggressive, so he is either going to have to go to freezer camp or be rehomed.
The coop has been scrubbed out with a vinegar/orange/mint cleaner and new hay put inside. The old hay has been removed to the run to help reduce the mud during the afternoon showers. By reducing the width of the run to 8 or 9 feet and lengthening it to about 20 feet, I was able to erect a 6 X 8 tarp over hooped flexible poles and stapling it to the upper edge of the coop, there is now a 4 foot wide X 8 foot long shaded run that houses a small shallow pool of water and their food. The plastic poultry net is stapled to the upper edge of the coop and tied to the fence to drape over the peach tree and protect the rest of the run from the hawks.
Until I can get our eldest back here to help me build a lean to using the roofing metal left over from building the house, hopefully it will work for us.
And this was our afternoon visitor.
Hiding from the heat
Laying eggs (finally)
Seed starting for fall garden
Lovin’ life on the farm!
Last evening brought rainbows and lightening simultaneously. Wind and hail. When the storm subsided, it still wasn’t quite dark, but the chickens were all huddled together on the perches in the coop. The storm cooled the evening at least 30 degrees from yesterday’s high of 95f. Today is another mid 90s day and with the humidity, I feel like I’m back on the coast. This is not mountain-like.
The morning is already hot and humid, a heavy haze hanging over the ridges to the north and south of us.
The hens gathered early for some morning treats, but will soon disappear under the coop in the shade.
I’m trying to figure out how to give them more shade and a place to put their food and water outside in the shade. The coop is well ventilated, and the roof is insulated, but it is still hot when the air temperatures are in the 90s.
Today we are going to venture to the garden center to see what they have in vegetable starts and seeds to begin thinking about what to put in the beds that are empty from harvesting onions, garlic and peas. I continue marveling at being able to walk to the garden and pick vegetables for our dinners and having enough to put away for the winter. Our city gardens were for fun, a few small boxes with tomatoes, peppers, maybe a cucumber or two and a handful of beans. Last night again, our dinner was entirely from our garden and the farmer’s market. Live locally and eat locally.
Life is good.
After a solid month of daily rain, often heavy enough for flooding of the creeks, the sky is clear and the temperatures are soaring. The forecasters are predicting a heat wave. According to them, that is a string of 3 or more days of temperatures at 90f and above. Today is predicted for 91, tomorrow 95. They are right on so far, it is 3 p.m. and it is 92f. The entire week until Saturday is predicted to exceed 90.
This is just as my young hens are just beginning to lay. Today, I got my fourth pullet egg, they are so small that it will take to two to equal a large egg. The heat may slow down the laying process, just as it started. Most of the girls are hiding out under the coop in the cooler bare earth.
But one is sunbathing.
The rain has caused the weeds to flourish in the garden. Eldest son and I made a big dent in the weeds in the beds, but left the aisles due to lack of time. I will not use RoundUp or its generic equivalents, so this morning, I mixed up a gallon of vinegar with Epsom salt and dish soap and attacked the aisles that I had weed wacked late yesterday. A few minutes ago, I went out to see if it had done anything and was amazed by the success.
In the cool of tomorrow morning, when I go out to let the chickens out, I will add a thick layer of straw to the aisles in hopes of keeping the weeds down.
I’m glad I got it done this morning as hubby and I both had visits with the orthopedic specialist, hubby for his knee, me for osteoarthritis in my hand and trigger finger in my ring fingers. He was released to continue to rebuild his strength and do whatever he is comfortable doing. My wrist is doing better since the appointment was scheduled and so that problem has been tabled for now, except to leave with a splint/brace to wear when gardening, knitting, or spinning. The right ring finger received another cortisone injection. Normally, injections don’t bother me. I have had cortisone injections in my wrist, my shoulder and previously in my ring fingers, but that is the most painful injection possible, it totally takes my breath away. Now I sit holding ice and hoping it is less bothersome tomorrow.