Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
I talk about hoeing and weeding a lot its a big part of whats going on here, and its an opportunity to really spend time with the crops. You learn a lot just by standing out there with them, you notice things you might not just walking by. Also the smells coming out of the earth are really interesting too. There are several weeds, not sure yet of their name but they smell sweet and fragrant when I cut through their stem at the soil line. At first I thought it was me but by that time there was no chance I was smelling sweet.
Today is more of the same. I have my Ipod and have been listening to Jesse Kalu and Friends, a CD I picked up in Sedona a few months ago. Its American Native new age meditationy like, so I imagine I'm in a sweat lodge. The sky and the soil are my walls and I just let the visions come.
Bella has the right idea!
Monday, June 21, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
There is so much life in this ol' dry creek bed, coyote footprints. Deer tracts and what I think to be one or all; raccoon, possum, armadillo, small little pads with deep long nails dug in one step at a time. The owls wait on thick branches for mice and the rabbits. The sounds are almost as rich as the sites. The other day I was hearing a low screech like sound. I'm thinking had to be some kind of bird. I like to close my eyes and separate the orchestra of sound into each individual player. Tree frog, cricket, meadowlark, blackbird, wind.
The dry creek has waited for this. Ready to receive the abundant and dominating serge of a storm. It holds on for its rapture as it's walls separate and open into tiny sand particles to be washed away. The opportunistic trees that have regrettably taken the soft soil in which to stretch there roots are ripped and violently taken along side a small blue bucket, a Styrofoam cooler and a faded beat up fake duck stopped by a dam, crushed by all that follows. The trees on the bank above clutch the soil beneath them, tightly digging there slender root fingers in to the fleshy earth.
the powerful excitement of a thing that cannot be stopped must be surrendered to. A crazy giddiness and dread fills the air. Nothing can be done. Let go, give in. submit. invite.
The water subsides as quickly as it approached leaving shreds of life and ugly destruction in its wake. No apoligy, no thank you for recieving me, nothing. The storm has move on. The creek bed, sand and soil is swollen beneath my feet and I sink into it deeply.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Vekak, Burgundy, French Tarne, Creole Red, Red Toch,
Inchilium Red, China Pink, Persian Star, Sicilaino, Tuscan, Guatamalan,
Russian River Giant, Xian, Spanish Roja
Mini Pizza with creamy roast Siciliano garlic pesto, gorgonzola and local pecans
Giant homemade paparedelle pasta with braised fennel and Mushroom Planet shiitakes, studded with tiny cloves of sweet Red Toch garlic, topped with fresh chevre.
Garden delight salad:
Great Northern Cucumber in yogurt sauce with Tarne garlic
Marinated beets and sweet onions with Creole Red garlic
Marinated homemade goat milk feta With Burgundy garlic
Pie cherry lime ice
Pasture raised Lamb Shoulder Slow Braised with new potatoes Persian Star and cardamom curry. Seared summer squash with Inchilium Red
Vegetarian: Stuffed Patty pan squash with walnuts and goat cheese studded with Inchilium red
Blueberry Tiramisu with caramelized Spanish Roja
June 10th 2010
At the Living Kitchen Farm and Dairy
Monday, June 7, 2010
Today she'll be learning how to foliar feed (feed the plant) using fish emulsion and she'll learn the joys of weeding and cultivating. Next Saturday is our first Farm Table Dinner so the place has got to look fantastic. We'll also be harvesting and hanging garlic. I'll never forget my first time to harvest garlic, it was in knee high weeds and much of it was split. There was no place for it to go so harvesting included a full day of clean up. Big lessons; weed your garlic consistently and have somewhere dry, dark with good air circulation for it to go. Some of my first experiences with gardening was explicit lessons on how not to do it, so Kathleen should benefit greatly from my first flailing.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
We didn't sell out but I can make the truck payment this month.
One question I have to ask myself every month is; Will I always struggle financially farming?
While others buy toys and things to fill their space, I buy the absolute basics. I wonder if this is okay. It feels okay most days. I don't feel deprived in the least and I eat like a queen. But you have to wonder don't you? Whats the trade off for utter happiness.
yesterday afternoon I was harvesting peas. It was the last thing left to harvest. It was so hot, alone in the field my tan bare arms crusted with mud and sweat, I crouched down in the isle scootching down it toward the end inch by inch trying to get every pea I could. I tested many along the way and they cooled me. My back was to the west and I looked east over the rows of previous harvested crops. I swear steam was coming off of them It was so beautiful. The Meadow Larks and Killdeer were scampering about and twilling their songs. I never thought once about money or toys or things to fill my space. I couldn't think of a thing I needed right then. I wonder if it will always be like this? and I hope with desperate enthusiasm eventually I can make ends meet and still feel this joy.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
It was really nice to have an evening with friends eating, and laughing and solving each other’s problems. Allowing time for fun is something I need to be mindful of. It’s easy to get caught up in the day and the day after and the day after that. Falling into the flow of the season has been easier than I thought it would be this year. There is so much work and the day turns to night so quickly I barley have time to think about it and when Kasey left I wasn’t sure how I would manage with all that he had started. I found I’m managing just fine. I mean he’s missed and all that but it’s funny how sometimes change can be so freeing. Being pushed off the cliff you sometimes find wings. I find that I am so at peace with the farm. Every cell in my body feels interwoven in the soil and the weather and the weeds, the grass, the mud, the sand and the food, the glorious food. So I celebrate!