I promised myself that this weekend would see at least one flat started in the (now clean) barn. Done: artichokes, lavender, stevia, and oregano went into this one. They’re settled in, the dome is on, and the lights are lowered to just above the top of the dome, set on a timer so I don’t . . . → Read More: First flat out
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The 2011 season has finally come to an end. Tonight and over the next couple of nights, we’ll be seeing hard freezes here in the country, so I went out late this afternoon and picked the remainder of the peppers, and cut some herbs in the event the plants can’t stand the chill. The garlic . . . → Read More: The season ends Bad blogger, bad! No posting on a regular basis, what is wrong with you? Nothing wrong, just incredibly busy around here. Our season has lasted well into the winter, and we’re still harvesting peppers. The tomatoes that showed some promise going into fall succumbed to massive worm damage, so once again this year, like last, . . . → Read More: The air up here Every year in this area, we have at least one fire. This past summer was no different, but this time around there were multiple fires and one about two miles away. For the past few days, we’ve had smoke drifting in and hanging around from a fire on the Florida/Georgia border – and naturally, all . . . → Read More: Slow burn Yesterday, we had some additional labor on the ranch. Today, we did not – not much of a surprise, as the sheer physicality of much of what we do is not something that most people enjoy or can do, even if there is money involved. That’s fine: never underestimate girl power in the realm of . . . → Read More: Honest labor A little help in the garden is always a good thing. Sometimes, though, you need helpers who can dig and pull and mow and do other things besides eat bugs and hang out on the bean trellis. Not that such hanging out is not helpful in and of itself: when we first moved in to . . . → Read More: Friends in the garden Last October – after recovering quite a bit from having a chunk of lung removed during the summer – my sister and I planted out 35 pounds of garlic. This July, I pulled up two of the type we had put in. This is the Lorz Italian variety. It’s a milder garlic, one . . . → Read More: No vampires here Spring was fleeting. Summer was long, and hot, and humid, and sweaty, and buggy. And vulture-y. This guy was sitting quite calmly on top of one of the compost piles during one of the hottest days in the season. I suspect he was waiting for me to keel over from heat exhaustion, but I outlasted . . . → Read More: How the season flies Well, maybe not. After all, I can no longer drink alcohol thanks to the radiation treatments, and no one here is a big wine drinker anyway. But, for fresh eating – especially for my nephew, who has quite the fondness for fresh fruits and vegetables while here at the ranch, even though according to . . . → Read More: Coming soon to a wine bottle near you It’s amazing what you can find when you really take a look. This the the everbearing strawberry group, in the early morning hours before the sun has kissed away all of the dew. |
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