Cabin Crafted

Author: Cabincrafted1

  • Sunday Morning Communing in the Garden

    In the still cool morning, fog lingering in the hollows, I headed to the garden with a basket. I had been watching a couple of tomatoes for a few days and could see the beans needed harvesting again. The cucumbers are still blooming though the harvest of them has slowed. The dill that I planted quite a while ago did not show in the garden. While weeding, I found two young dill plants. If they mature enough, I will dry it for later use. The two large baskets of basil gathered early in the week are drying nicely. The corn was a complete bust and there are no pumpkins this year. The tomatillos are full of blooms, the Thai peppers are beginning to turn red. There are three Ground Cherry plants, there may be some fruit from them before frost.

    I realized that I had duplicates of some herbs and spices because the rack I built almost two decades ago, just isn’t large enough for all of them.

    The overflow was in a deep disorganized drawer, so yesterday, the drawers were cleaned out, wiped down and reorganized to use a shallower drawer with the bottles labelled. A friend posted on Instagram, Everything but a bagel seasoning she had purchased and upon my comment on it, she bought me a bottle. The ingredients were straight forward and easy to obtain, so I made up a batch to refill the shaker bottle and a small jar. I also gave the friend a bag of it and she asked for the recipe.

    The garden provided a basket of tomatoes, a cucumber, a dozen jalapenos, enough basil for pesto, and lots of beans. So many that they overflowed the basket so I used my head, err hat to provide more space to gather produce.

    One of the pepper plants was adorned with a colorful ladybug, and the basil with a little emerald green beetle about the same size.

    Two quarter pints made without cheese to freeze, two with cheese so I could share with daughter along with a bag of beans. As her kids weren’t home at the time we went by, I got to see granddaughter’s garden that I helped plan last spring. I took enough bean seed for them to do a fall planting, we should still have enough days for them to get a harvest. Daughter showed me the plan they have to double it’s size this fall. I love that grand daughter, her Mom, and brother are having success and enjoying growing and preserving their own food.

    The bag of beans I kept will be blanched for the freezer and some for dinner tonight. The jalapenos were quick brined and added to the other 3 quarts that had already been done; the fresh basil washed and made into pesto with some of garlic I grew, some pine nuts that I toasted in a skillet; the tomatoes will become pizza sauce soon. As the Thai peppers continue to ripen red, they will be strung to dry for cooking and for crushed red peppers.

    The reuseable canning lids are not a quick ship, but hopefully will arrive before I need them. I did find 8 regular mouth lids that are new, so enough to can a batch of pizza sauce. Tomatillos will be gathered and frozen until there are enough to make more salsa, simmer sauce, or tomatillo jalapeno jam. And I am still watching the grapes, hoping for enough to make a batch of grape jelly. I never picked enough wild berries to make jam. The hay guys don’t get as close to the patches as I do when I am bush hogging, so getting to the patches required going through waist high weeds and I didn’t want to deal with the ticks.

    The shelves and freezer are filling, the fall peas are sprouted and will soon need trellises, still no carrots up, the spinach is sprouting and will be transplanted when they are larger. The garden has been successful and easier to care for this year, but I am still dealing with weeds in the paths, probably because of the old hay as mulch, but fairly easy to pull. The citric acid weed killer is worthless and smells bad, so I just spend some time each time I go out pulling them and adding them to the compost pile.

    The flowers are faded, the season of daylilies, iris, and coreopsis over. There are still zinneas and calendula. The deck pots were not good flower choices this year and have never looked good. The trees are not changing colors yet, except for Tree of Heaven, the invasive weed tree, but the leaves are getting dull and faded. I don’t know if all the rain will make for a colorful Autumn or not.

  • Another disappointment

    Though this one was somewhat expected. Since his retirement, with our children grown, hubby decided he wanted to take up motorcycle riding. He scheduled the state required safety class. The day before the class, we were on a bicycle ride after having had his bicycle serviced at the local bike shop and on the Huckleberry Trail where we often walk, there is a hill with a turn at the bottom. On the way back to the car, so going downhill, he had an accident that later appeared to have been the result of a serious miss adjustment of his brakes. He ended up breaking his left humerus very close to his shoulder. We were able, under the circumstances to cancel the class and they even gave him a refund. About a year later, two months after his 70th birthday, he signed up for the class again, stayed off the bicycle and successfully completed the class on a small Honda motorcycle. After the class, he located a similar used Honda and we bought it.

    Now you need to understand that we live in the mountains, two miles up a macadam road, two tenths of a mile down a gravel road, and another two tenths of a mile down a gravel driveway, so not the flat parking lot that he took the class on. The motorcycle was picked up on a rented trailer and unloaded at home. He learned to deal with the gravel, and the twisty mountain roads and would disappear for hours, Zen riding as he put it, no destination in mind, sometimes, not even knowing where he was. His exploration lead him to places that we later visited in the car, sometimes looking for new adventures for him.

    After about 6 months, he sold the Honda and got the Harley Davidson he really wanted and rode it over a very mountainous rural road the hour plus home. Going out Zen riding was his pleasure. Though I didn’t like to be a passenger, it was something I supported as it made him very happy. He even rode it to Florida one summer to visit our daughter when she lived there, with Grandson 1 and me as his support vehicle.

    Two years ago, riding became uncomfortable, causing neck and back pain and he was only able to ride for very short periods of time, then mostly not at all. Last week, the Harley was past due on state inspection and in need of annual servicing as well as having a mirror repaired, so he rode it to the city. The mirror held up the return until a call yesterday that it was ready, but it was raining. This morning, we rode to the city to either pick it up, or sadly for him, to sell it to the dealer, a decision he had a hard time coming to. The dealer bought his bike, the end of an era for him. He is understandably sad this afternoon.

    Leading a ride at the local rally.

  • Disappointments and Silver Linings

    Each year in the late summer, early fall, I attend a fiber retreat. One of the ladies I met at the one I had attended for several years decided to organize one that some of her fiber friends nearer to their home might attend and I started going to that one. The first one I attended was at Roan Mountain, TN and went there for several years. Last year the event moved to a better overall venue at Black Mountain, NC. This event is a highlight of my year, usually the first event of the season at which I also vend in addition to being a participant. I had decided that this would probably be the swan song of me vending at events. This year the event was going to return to Black Mountain and was moved a bit earlier to try to avoid some of the school and church groups that attend events at the same facility. That meant that I would have left home yesterday for the event, yesterday was hubby’s birthday. He was okay with that. The plan was for me to make his favorite meal, a homemade Mexican feast the evening before, kiss him goodbye around lunchtime yesterday and head southwest for the weekend. Like so many other events, this one was wisely cancelled. It was a disappointment, but it meant I would be home for hubby’s birthday.

    Because of very limited being in public, I didn’t get him a card, but I had ordered a new T shirt on the internet and it came in time to hide away until yesterday morning. We went and got carry out lunch at his favorite burger place and the Mexican feast was prepared last night instead. We are at an age where the years are ripping by and are pretty indifferent to celebrating, but it was nice that he got messages from all three kids and several grandkids yesterday in the form of texts and calls.

    The repairs are completed on the Big Bad Harley, but it is too rainy today to drive to the city and have him ride it home. But since I’m not away after all, we can drive over tomorrow.

    To each disappointment there is a silver lining. I am grateful we have each other and have stayed healthy so far.

  • I’m allowed to be fickle

    In the past, I’ve blogged about settling on fiber equipment. Much of what I have are replacements of items I bought and didn’t like for one reason or another and sold to try a different style, maker, etc. It would be nice if you could have a trial period, but other than buying samples of needles, it doesn’t work that way. Sometimes it is just because I realize that I don’t really need 2 of these, or three of those, or the size is too small/too large/too light/too heavy. Most fiber equipment holds it’s value well if taken care of. Over the years, I settled on carbon fiber interchangeable knitting needles with sharp metal points, hand carders because I don’t process a lot of my fiber unless I am doing living history, a giant antique walking wheel just because it is gorgeous and functional, a small spinning wheel that belonged to a good friend who passed away, and a few small looms of various styles. The objects that have come and gone the most are hand spindles, the way I learned to spin. I have a couple for living history demonstrations, but my day to day love are Jenkins hand crafted Turkish spindles. But even here, I have been fickle because again, I wanted to try most of the sizes and because they vary in weight from tiny and light, my smallest is 2.5″ diameter and weighs only 7.1 gram (1/4 ounce) and they go up in size and weight from there. I have found the sizes that best suit my style, my weight preference, and ones that I love the wood grain and color. The tiny one is called a Kuchulu, it is made of Black and White Ebony, the grain is stunning and it looks so interesting spinning. It is small enough to fit in a tiny tea tin with fiber tucked in the small bag it is photographed on to carry with me whenever we leave the house.

    The next one up in size is only 3.5″ and weighs only 8.79 grams. It is a Finch, made of Olive wood, and it flies. It is small enough to put in a pint plastic ice cream container and also take with me if I wish, but it generally is my go to spindle and remains by my chair in the wooden bowl with the fiber that is my main project at the time. All of the purple and ruby reds are a Shetland wool blended with Bombyx. It is spinning fine and even and is going to make a huge skein of very lightweight yarn.

    The last in my flock is a Carob wood Aegean. It is my newest spindle and the heaviest. With a 5″ diameter, it weighs 20.85 grams (almost 3/4 ounce.) It is heavier than I want to use for everyday spinning, but is a good size and weight for plying.

    At times, I have had more than this, sometimes two of a particular spindle type, then I will realize that I have my favorites and someone in the online group will post they are in search of a particular style and I am a sucker and have sent several spindles off either in trade, how I got the Aegean, or by selling. I have even shared a few spindles with others who were wanting to learn to spin. I love the three I have and will continue to spin with them as long as I am able.

    Recently, my cousin posted this to my Facebook page. I would love to create something similar with the center two panels saying “She took up her spindles and breathed a while to the rhythm of the spin and lengthening of the yarn…”

    Image may contain: text that says 'And when life became too frenzied She took up her knitting and breathed a while to the rhythm of the stitches and rows until her smile returned and her mind was calm'

    Stay safe and find something that soothes your soul.

  • Minor roadblock

    Day before yesterday, after dinner, the tomatillos were finely chopped, onion, garlic, jalapenos, lime juice, salt, chili flakes added to a pot to make the simmer sauce. The recipe says it makes 2 half pint jars and I was doubling it, but it looked to me like it was going to make at least 5 or 6 half pint jars after it cooked down. Because it was a small quantity canning, instead of the big canner, I just pulled out the largest stockpot that had one of the deep strainer inserts and started heating up the jars and water. Grabbed the box of lids and a hand full of rings and started setting up. When I opened the box of lids, there were only 4 left, scrabbling through the basket, there were wide mouth ones still boxed, but no more regular mouthed ones. We turned everything off and drove down to the village store, they always have canning supplies. Well, they didn’t and said they can’t get them. Generally when I can, I write in marker on the lid, the contents and date made after they have cooled, and I save a few used lids to use on jars of leftovers or ones going in the freezer as they don’t have to seal. The drawer of used lids had three that weren’t written on, maybe I hadn’t canned with them. I marked those three lids and used them, the recipe had made 6 half pints and 1 quarter pint jar. I figured if for some reason they didn’t seal, I would know which three jars they were and just stick them in the freezer.

    All 7 jars firmly sealed, but I was left with the issue of not being able to get lids. The grocer in town doesn’t have any, the village store doesn’t have any, I won’t go to a big box store in these times. About a decade ago, I bought reusable canning lids and wasn’t very happy with them so I sold them, but hoping they have improved, a went online and purchased a few dozen to have on hand. I still have wide mouth lids, but don’t can much with them.

    Late yesterday afternoon as I was making dinner plans, I realized that the window sill full of tomatoes either needed to be frozen or used, so I scored the blossom ends and poured boiling water over them and set about to make pasta sauce. There was an eggplant in the refrigerator and an 8 oz container of fresh mozzarella, so eggplant Parmesan seemed like a good dinner option. The tomatoes were peeled and chopped, the oregano I picked a couple of days ago, a handful of drying basil leaves, a bit of fresh Thyme and Rosemary, some onion and garlic and all set to simmer while I prepared the eggplant for the oven. A slightly drained ladle of the chunky sauce was put in the bottom of the baking pan and while the sauce continued to simmer down, the eggplant baked and a pot of water boiled for Cappelini, a salad made, vinaigrette mixed and dinner was ready. The extra sauce was put in widemouth pint jars with plenty of headroom to expand, lidded and put in the refrigerator overnight to cool down. This morning, they were added to the supply of pasta sauce already in the freezer. I would prefer to make enough to can at one time, but the tomatoes aren’t coming in fast enough for that and there are no lids. With the chest freezer in the basement and the refrigerator freezer, I will just freeze jars this year.

    When the reuseable lids arrive in the mail, I will can more pizza sauce with the next batch of tomatoes and have lids for Asian pear marmalade later in the fall, more tomatillo sauce, and applesauce if the deer don’t get all the apples. They have eaten the lower branch tips and all of the apples they can reach. They don’t mess with the Asian pears though.

    The garden is providing fresh beans again, a bag shared with daughter who couldn’t find seed for a second planting. I will pick them again today or tomorrow and blanch another batch for the freezer. I am always thankful for whatever the garden gives. The more I freeze and can, the fewer groceries I need to buy shipped in from parts unknown during the off season. I started a dozen spinach plants indoors since it is slow to germinate and the weeds are quick to germinate in the heat and rain, I want to be able to find it when it is planted outside. If we don’t have an early frost, we should have beans, peas, carrots, spinach, maybe a few kale plants to carry us into the cooler weather. There are a few more ears of corn forming, I hope they are more developed than the 4 that were from the first two surviving plants. I don’t think planting sweet corn is worth my time when we don’t care for it frozen and I can purchase it 2 for $1 or $1.50 during the season. Maybe I will return to planting popcorn next year. We will have to purchase our pumpkin for pies this year, every time I planted seed this spring, something ate the small plants before they were more than 4 or 5 leaves in size. Last year, the 3 plants nearly overtook the garden.

  • Keeping Busy

    As event after event have been cancelled for this year, I must keep busy.

    All of the fiber festivals have been cancelled, some are trying virtual; the Agricultural Fair in our Village, the huge street fair in Blacksburg, the retreat that I love to attend, the trips to visit our kids and to the vacation spot of my youth, have all had to not be held this year for the health and safety of the proprietors, vendors, and the participants.

    Added to this, the weather has not be typical. I am generally not mowing grass this time of year, or only doing so rarely, but it has rained and rained some more and in a week’s time the grass gets so tall and so thick that the riding mower has trouble getting through it. Last evening, after a dry day, the front and part of the east side yard were mowed and it was as tall as if I hadn’t mowed just a week ago. I will try to finish today once the dew and fog burn off. The rain has made this a cucumber, pepper, and basil year, but the tomatoes are not doing very well. My single leader up a tall pole idea was good, but they are too close together, shading each other and being shaded by the asparagus ferny tops. We will get enough for pizza sauce, maybe one more big pot of tomato sauce, but not the quantity of years past. The refrigerator and shelves are full of pickles. Two more baskets of basil are drying, one already dry and jarred for winter.

    The oregano was pruned and put in a basket to dry and the plant moved from the half barrel to the herb bed in the new walled garden while the soil was still damp.

    Enough tomatillos were picked today to give me the quantity needed to make a batch of simmer sauce and since about a half dozen more jalapenos were clipped, it will be the spicy version. That will be made later today as dinner prep is easy tonight.

    The summer reading has been mostly Appalachian fiction, some of it historical fiction, and a book recommended on the spindle group in a conversation.

    When not cooking, gardening, or reading, I continue to spin on the Jenkins Turkish spindles. I find the process soothing and calming and can spin anywhere; in my stressless chair, on a porch, in the car, in the kitchen while waiting for the next step in the cooking process.

    I guess I will have to find a use for all the yarn I have created since I won’t have Holiday markets to vend in this year. Many of the yarns are in my Etsy shop, but it isn’t seeing much activity during this time either.

    At times I stay busy, at times I get low and cry over the losses, especially not being able to visit with our children and grandchildren. We are ever so grateful to Son 2 and his family for reaching out and making a stop near enough for us to meet our youngest grandson, even though it was masked and socially distanced. I know we aren’t alone in this, but that doesn’t make it any easier to accept.

  • Conundrum

    With various businesses closed or on appointment only basis, I have met a snag. My Driver’s License has to be renewed by my birthday in November, but the DMV requires an appointment. I would renew online, but the email I received indicated that I couldn’t this year. As a senior citizen, I would of course prefer to renew online, but since that isn’t an option, I looked into scheduling an appointment. The earliest appointment I could get was November 2, three months away. By then we may be in total lock down again. Under the current circumstances, a one or two year renewal online would be a compromise. I don’t know what will happen if they go back to Phase 1 and are totally closed down again. I guess if that happens they will either have to have a grace period or allow online renewal.

    Yesterday it rained most of the day and again today, so gardening isn’t getting much attention. I did get carrots planted and had already gotten peas planted. I still need to get some spinach in if it will stop long enough to work a patch of soil. Each trip to the garden ends up with an armload (or basket if I remember) of produce. The cucumbers are still producing, but not in the quantity as before I pruned them. Some corn has matured, but the ears are a joke, about half formed. Tomatoes are ripening and peppers are forming. The Thai and Seranos have to ripen to red before I will harvest them. The jalapenos are being quick brined still and stored in the refrigerator. Most of the shelves in the refrigerator will end up with ferments and pickled peppers and cucumbers. With just the two of us, the door holds the condiments and cheese, the three drawers most of the rest of the food, so the shelves can be used for the pickles and flours.

    One more harvest of tomatillos and I will have enough to make a batch of simmer sauce. I modify the recipe to add some jalapenos to it to give it more kick.

    We got up early this morning to get to the Farmers Market before the crowds, our routine since we started going back to the market is to go there first, then go somewhere to get a bagel or drive through breakfast to eat in the car. The early market means more selection as well as smaller crowds. It is safer to shop there rather than the grocer, it is outdoors, number of people in the market regulated, and masks are required. I only saw a few people wearing them improperly under their nose. I have a couple of vendors that I head straight for, to get cheese and butter, meat if on the weekly list, produce if I need something different than the garden is supplying, and finally bagels, then out the gate. I miss staying and chatting with my vendor friends and shopping friends, but I can be in and out in under 10 minutes and everyone is using touch free debit card payment. As I was headed from cheese to meat today, I saw figs. I love figs, but my little fig tree didn’t produce this year, so I bought two little cartons, about 9-10 ounces total. I ate one fresh, but chopped the rest and made a tiny canning of fig preserves. It only made 3 quarter pints. If they have some next week still, I might get more and make another small batch. It doesn’t take long, 45 minutes chopping and sitting until the sugar is dissolved, about 10 minutes cooking, and 15 minutes in the water bath.

    The grapes still aren’t ripening and the chickens discovered them. I will have to put a temporary fence around the vines until they ripen or I won’t have any.

    Yesterday while it rained, I pulled out the sewing machine again and cut and sewed 6 larger masks for hubby. He had two others that he likes to wear, but with his beard, they didn’t provide good coverage, so I added a panel to the bottom of them to bring them down under his chin as well. He now has 8 that I feel are large enough to make him safer when we are walking or going to a drive through for food occasionally. Beginning a day or two ago, the university started a 10 day move in process for students. Students living on campus have to be tested for COVID prior to moving in, but that means that the population of town will explode now. It will not be as safe for us to do our own shopping unless we can get curbside delivery. Hopefully, early Farmers Market runs will still feel safe.

    Stay safe everyone. With schools opening and flu season approaching, I think we will return to feeling totally isolated. The statistics that show total cases doesn’t tell us current cases, so you don’t really know how bad it is where you live.

  • Tomato Time

    I went out this morning to plant fall peas and there were more tomatoes. Mostly slicers this time. It was time to start processing them. The first to ripen were Amish paste tomatoes and I have been coring them and popping them in a big bag in the freezer until there were enough to bother with firing up the canner and heating up the kitchen with a stock pot. The kitchen window sill was full of ones that hadn’t been frozen. The frozen ones were dumped in a sink of tepid water, the fresh ones were scored on the blossom end and had boiling water dumped over them. While they cooled, the frozen ones were peeled, chopped and put in a stock pot. Then the fresh ones were also peeled and chopped. The whole mess seasoned with salt, herbs, and citric acid and cooked down to pizza sauce consistency. Seven half pints were canned and all sealed, and there was enough left over to fill a 4 ounce jar that will go in the freezer for the next pizza night. A half pint jar makes 2 or 3 pizzas for the two of us and what is left in the jar is frozen until needed again. I will have another batch to do when there are enough so we have enough for our pizzas in the coming months.

    This was the first non pickle canning session of the year. My memory photo of today is of ripe grapes that were about to become jelly, but the grapes aren’t ripe yet this year. The refrigerator is filling with quick brined and fermented pickled cucumbers, and quick brined pickled jalapenos, fermented sauerkraut and dilly beans. The canning shelves still have some of last year’s applesauce and this year’s canned Bread and Butter pickles, and Garlic Dill pickles. Tonight, the pizza sauce will join them. The freezer has pasta sauce, green beans, and peas. The storage area of the basement has onions and potatoes, and the garlic braid and a basket of drying basil are in the kitchen.

    There are enough frozen tomatillos to make about 3 half pints of simmer sauce, but I will wait until there is enough for 6 or 7, then another canning session will be held. I hope there are enough tomatillos to do that and also a small batch of tomatillo/jalapeno jam. The simmer sauce can be used as salsa or over meat or veggies. The Tomatillo/jalapeno jam can be used like pepper jelly on cream cheese with crackers or as a condiment on a Charcuterie board.

    The sunflowers are great at attracting native bees and the hummingbirds. The bees gather pollen on their legs until it looks like they can’t possibly fly.

    Thunder is rumbling up the river. We had heavy rain showers yesterday afternoon here, but went in after dinner to walk the rail grade last evening and it was dry there. The forecast looks like this will be the norm again for a while, but next week is much cooler daytime temperatures.

    Stay safe everyone.

  • They Fixed It

    VDOT actually came out yesterday morning and dug out the ditch and culvert. I didn’t climb down in the ditch to see how far into the culvert they cleared, but hopefully far enough that when it starts raining again later this week, the water will run under the driveway, not down it. They didn’t rebuild my mini berm across the top, I may take a load of watermelon sized rocks up there and make the base with them, then pile some soil and gravel over and behind it. That also help redirect the flow off of our driveway.

    The Big Bad Harley is still in the shop in the city. Yesterday hubby checked on the repair and they are still awaiting the mirror.

    Yesterday’s gardening and harvesting efforts produced more cucumbers even though I had pruned them severely, they are still provided a few more each day. Another half gallon of Turmeric Dill Quick Brine pickles was made this morning and is cooling on the counter enough to put in the refrigerator without breaking the glass shelf.

    About a month or more ago, I fell prey to an ad on Instagram and foolishly ordered the product without carefully checking out the vendor. It wasn’t expensive, under $20, paid for through PayPal so the vendor didn’t get my credit card info. Yes, it was another Chinese company and after waiting forever, the product came and it was a “bait and switch” situation, not what I had ordered. An email to the vendor produced a reply obviously from a non native English speaker whose response was, I see you have filed a complaint with PayPal (I had not, yet), but basically said, I got what I ordered. It clearly was not. So I did file a dispute with PayPal, but of course, the original item is nowhere to be found in an ad now (so no screen shot and the confirmation email doesn’t specify the item), so it is my word against theirs. Yesterday, I received an email from PayPal saying they needed for me to file a police report and send them a copy. Our little county sheriff’s department would laugh me to the curb for filing a police report over a $20 claim to a Chinese company who has probably already changed their name. I told PayPal that and that I had learned two lessons, 1) not to order from a Chinese company, 2) not to pay for goods with PayPal. The vendor will win this one, a pure scam because PayPal will rule in favor of the dishonest vendor. I had just finished dealing with this when hubby because a rewards debit card he has awaiting but still had not come for three weeks that would be used to help defray the cost of the Harley repair, called the credit card company. These rewards can only be spent in the Harley shop for goods or services. The credit card company said they sent it digitally though he had specifically asked for a card because of difficulty using the digital reward at the shop once before. I went from the frustration of dealing with PayPal to the frustration of finding the digital reward email in his Spam folder, trying to help him log on to his HD site to find his password had expired and we needed the old password to create a new one, but the one he had written down didn’t work. A trip through the lost password, reset password route, finally got us to the reward which we were able to print as a pdf, but by then, I was snapping at everything he said, probably would have taken his head off for even saying thank you. Because his riding days are numbered, he isn’t using that card now, he is back to using our joint card that has cash rewards.

    Though the mail did not bring his reward card, it did bring another new to me Jenkins Turkish spindle. It is a tiny Black and White Ebony Kuchulu, the ones that are only about 2.5″ in diameter, but perfect for toting in my bag in a little tea tin to protect it so I always have a spindle and fiber with me.

    Here it is with the Kingwood Finch (about 4″ diameter) on the left and the Chechen wood Kuchulu and Olive Finch to the right. I love these spindles and the way they spin.

    The young farmers came over yesterday right after lunch and got the hay baled and hauled off to the farm for winter feed for their cattle. It was a good first cut, they got 84 large round bales, plus three shaggy half bales, one of which they left for my use up by the coop. Usually the first cutting is down, baled, and moved by the end of the first week of July. All of the equipment is gone except for an old hay rake. They will have to ride one of the tractors back over with no attachment to pick it up. The upper field they did first is already a foot high and the stickweed (Yellow Crownbeard) is thick this year. It is such an invasive broadleaf weed. I sprayed some of it around the yard hydrant with the Citric acid spray and it didn’t touch it. The only fields that aren’t thick with it around here are fields that are sprayed with 2,4-d or ones that are sprayed with Round Up and seeded with grain or corn. We are going to have to get a bush hog again soon and I will resume mid summer and late fall mowing to keep it from going to seed. That doesn’t kill it, but it does help control it some. Even without reseeding, Yellow Crownbeard is a perennial that grows out from a rhizome crown and continues to spread outward. It has gotten worse each year we have owned this farm.

    Stay safe everyone. This spring and summer have passed in a blur or what day is it questions. With little outside contact, I am ever grateful when one of our kids starts a stream of text messages about kids, gardens, or cooking. Not being able to see them, hug them, visit with them has been the hardest. Daughter will come by once in a while with her kids and we social distance, masked in the yard and that helps some. Last Christmas, she asked for her kids to be given activities with relatives rather than physical gifts and as a result, most all of their gifts have had to be cancelled, not just ours, but ones scheduled by daughter and the other grandparents. It was such a good idea at the time, but little did we know that three months later, we would all be in social isolation.

  • Morning in the Garden

    The morning started off cool and foggy as most late summer morning do. After routine chores, I moved on to the garden, intent on getting it ready for some fall garden plantings. Armed with a spade, cordless drill, and some outdoor worthy screws, I did some more path weeding and tackled rebuilding the onion/garlic bed from early summer, the one that had literally burst it’s seams.

    • Garden box

    The box was put back together in the manner of the ones I repaired late last winter and early spring, placing the corner posts inside and attaching the boards to the outside of them instead of using the grooves that fail. It was moved uphill slightly to align it with the one next to it. The third one in the row is even farther uphill and when it is no longer growing, it will be shifted slightly down hill. Once they are aligned, I am going to install some of the long boards from the old deck to make a long bed instead of three smaller boxes and fill the paths between them. The thin cedar boards are not holding up and will soon rot away. The asparagus bed, you can see above the middle box is not in a box, but is bracketed on each end by one, so long boards will be used to create another long bed there once the asparagus ferns are cut back for winter. Some asparagus have escaped the original bed, so those crowns will be dug and moved back into the bed, knowing that it will stunt them for a couple of years. After repair and re-leveling, the bed was fed with some of the fermented comfrey and some of the comfrey tea. By the time some weeding had been done and the box rebuilt, the fog had burned off and the temperature already heading for the 90 degree mark, the prediction for the day. When it cools off this evening, I will move a barrow of compost over to it, dig it in and plant fall peas. Over the next couple of days, the longer bed where the mint had been planted will get the box made for it, compost added, and some other fall veggies planted. Later in the week there are rain showers expected and cooler, wetter weather next week which will be good for getting the seed started. The garlic will be planted where the first planting of beans grew and where the tomatillos are at the back of the box. When the tomatillos die back, that box will receive a load of compost and await the arrival of the garlic order that will come late fall.

    For now, gardening is limited to early morning and late afternoon as it is too hot in the middle of the day to do anything physical outside.

    This sunflower is a volunteer that came up by the side garage door. For days the bud looked like Audrey 2 from Little Shop of Horrors, but yesterday it bloomed. It isn’t the best location for a sunflower, but is is fairly short and thin stemmed, so it will stay and bloom.

    After all the wet we had, the past few days have been very hot and dry, the new walled garden had to be watered for a couple of hours yesterday. Most of the plants that I transplanted to that garden survived. The purple Echinacea that I moved from a pot where it had been started from seed did not survive the move. It is too late to start it again, but there are two plants in front of the volunteer sunflower and one of them may be moved when it isn’t so hot out. About the time the garlic goes in the ground, I will plant some Baptisia seed that has to freeze before it will germinate. It’s blue flowers will look lovely in the bed with the purple and yellows of the other flowers there.

    Stay safe everyone.