Mysterious insinuations of autumn prick my senses sometimes. It's August yet, so I try to ignore them.
Much earlier this summer Adam took everything out of a dead beehive. He's cooking down the wax for me on our hodge-podge outdoor grill.
Occasionally we have foggy mornings on the farm.
I love that misty look.
Adam's been scything that far field of tall grass again.
My apologies to those of you who detest spiders. I find their sparkling webs fascinating.
Asparagus in the morning.
Loofah vines. I now have FOUR loofahs growing!
You can see the patch Adam's scythed -- this photo was from a couple of weeks ago. (See how behind I am?) He's done more now, in spite of the daily rain :(
We harvested one big, beautiful watermelon. Adam ate it because I'm not really a watermelon person.
We continue to harvest cherry tomatoes and abundant cucumbers, although some of them are ruined by bugs.
Adam has cut and dried some potato pieces to plant. The raw edges have to harden off a bit before planting. These have good eyes.
I brought home from West Virginia some delicious peaches (below) and lots of Wolf River apples (which you can read about here). This will help stock my larder for the winter.
This morning (Monday ... after a very LONG and exhausting weekend for me), we finally have a few minutes of non-rain, so Adam is out mowing again. I will pick in the garden, clean the house a little, make more applesauce or maybe peach preserves, tend to chickens (hoping to give away a roo this week), but most importantly -- STAY HOME. I'm such a homebody. Ain't nobody wedging me out of this place today!
My favorite day is one on which I don't have to go anywhere away from home. Today was such a great day! The weather felt like early October ... in late July!? What's up with that? "Weather Perfection," that's what's up! Adam went out at 6:30 a.m. and started by scything the field. He hasn't been able to do that since he injured his hand, but now he can grip strongly enough again. Then he proceeded to weeding sweet potatoes and mowing.
While weeding, he unearthed a couple of early sweet potatoes. At least now we know they're down there!
I went out later, picked tomatoes, green beans, and cucumbers. I canned 3 pints of tomato sauce.
I yanked a big basil plant out of the ground and picked/cleaned its leaves.
With olive oil and salt, I pureed it in the food processor.
That huge plant yielded one 1/2 pint jar of ... basil sauce? It's not exactly pesto. Anyway, I topped it off with a layer of oil and put it in the freezer. Then I did a second one. Since I had 25 massive basil plants in the garden, that means only 23 to go!
I had a bit of leftover tomato sauce and basil sauce, so I boiled up some pasta for lunch, and it was quite delicious. Fresh picked items give such a burst of flavor.
I rested up after lunch, and then started on the cucumbers.
The cayenne pepper and dill are from our farm too.
And we finally picked the big watermelon we'd been watching grow for many weeks. It's cooling in the frig. It was a volunteer plant.
A farm work day is quite fun when it's productive, when you can look around you and see the fruit of your labors. It's quite satisfying. Adam sees a tidy lawn, a neat potato bed, lots of tall grass prepared for compost. I see jars of fresh foodstuffs preserved for later use. I know this work can be wearying when you do it for 40 years, but for us, it's still new and fresh. Thank you, Lord, for such a beautiful day!
I'm so glad I planted other vining green beans, since the rabbits stripped our bush beans down to stalks. I bought a package of "Yard Long Beans," just for fun. Here are some picks:
Yes, that green bean is 14" long! Not quite a yard, but still! I pick two or three each time I pick the garden, and I stick them in a ziploc freezer bag (my new preserving friend). I have quite a few. Each bean would break into 4 or 5 regular-length beans.
Did I tell you I made more tomato paste in the crockpot, and froze it in tablespoons? Worked quite well.
More Yard Long Beans. Aren't they cool? Here they are on the trellis:
My loofah plants are blooming away. The ants love them, and I'm wondering if the ants are nibbling off the flowers, etc., where the fruit (the loofah) would grow?
Anyway, thus far I have one nice loofah growing. I'll save the seeds and put the dried loofah into some soap.
What to do with ALL this basil? Honestly, we haven't figured it out yet :(
I may try drying and freezing it for later use. But that's a lot of basil for "later use."
Now I'll tell about the Chair Saga. Adam had a nice upholstered chair in the barn office, which is the doorway below with the white door. That room has a concrete slap and some shelving, but that's about all I can say for its civilization. Ned and Baby sleep in there, and it's pretty trashed. They chew everything and destroy everything, including that chair. We found its innards all over the field.
Adam came home late the other night and said, "I picked up a recliner on the side of the road." I laughed, thinking he was joking, but he wasn't. "I helped him," Julia said. I looked at her. I thought she deplored this rural-Pamlico-County-farming-rustic-slipshod lifestyle of ours. Didn't she know that picking discarded furniture (especially an upholstered recliner!) off the side of the road was a NO-NO for a cool, chic, urban college girl like she aspires to be?
I was not that surprised at Adam, except I couldn't believe he willingly added one stick of furniture to our already abundant collection of creaking hand-me-downs.
He put that recliner in the barn office, and (like any good sailor) wrapped it in an old sail to keep them from shredding it right away.
Last night they tore up the sail. They chewed and pulled on the sail. By the time Adam went out there this morning, they'd pulled the chair nearly out of the room and into the outdoors. Dogs!
Well. Adam will not be bossed by his dogs, oh no! Today he threw them out of the office. He has reclaimed his man cave!!! The dogs now reside in one of the barn bays next door, with a dirt floor (poor things). Adam will watch football this fall in a chair with stuffing.
Our garden continues to produce. I pick every other day.
Anybody know what kind of melon this is? It was a volunteer. We have three on that vine. The leaf looks vaguely similar to a cucumber, but smaller.
The bugs are getting to our cucumbers, so I picked all of them -- even the tiny baby ones. Many were already bad. But I made two quarts of pickles -- my first pickle making! The recipe is from my sister-in-law, Anne. I think it was her grandmother's recipe. I loved it years ago and wrote down the recipe. It's a lovely combination of sweet and dill.
I've made more pints of grilled garlic tomato sauce too. I'm running out of pint jars!
Adam, my farmer hero, sacrificed much time and labor and built a new pen and coop for my four new chickens. They're about 7 weeks old now. The pen/yard is right beside the garage. He put up fencing: 4x2 welded wire, chicken wire on the bottom, and netting overhead and down the sides.
He used existing trees and put in posts. He strung rope overhead to hold the netting.
The netting is to prevent the birds from flying out, which is how we lost several hens before.
It was tedious work, but he never complained.
After the enclosure was mostly finished, he started on the coop. I hinted to him that the babies were feeling quite confined in their dog kennel on the front porch, and were starting to fight a bit.
He built the frame of new materials, digging post holes and putting hardware cloth (a fine wire mesh) as the floor of the coop.
He built a sloped roof. Friends had given us some asphalt shingles and tar paper, which was a very timely gift!
Adam used old farm wood for the exterior walls. It is not meant to look fine and swanky like some chicken coops. It is meant to be sturdy, serviceable, and inexpensive.
He built a fine nesting/laying box to go on the left hand end of the coop. I can lift that lid and get eggs out easily ... provided the hens decide to lay there and not elsewhere!
This is the front side. See the laying box on the left? The exterior is a bit pieced together, but it's solid. He cut out a little hinged door for them.
I lifted the laying box lid and took some inside shots. They really like their sturdy, wide roost.
They seem very happy and content in there.
You see I put a little straw in there for them to land on and peck at. Here are my four:
The screen floor, plus lots of open screening under the roof eave, gives good ventilation.
They have food and water inside. I put that paper plate on top of their waterer because they kept perching on top of it and pooping, and their poop would drop into the water tray! Ugh. As you see, this helps a bit.
Roost, hardware cloth, straw:
This is the view from the house, and you see Adam put a door up too, with a latch.
That's the door from the greenhouse. The wind out there really thrashed it, so we hope it will have a calmer life here out of harm's way.
Okay, here are my babies. This is Inky. Unknown breed. Hoping she's a hen, but with wattles developing, she may be a roo :( She is my sweetest, and will let me pick her up easily.
This silkie cross is called Little Gray. Her head feathers are a real tuft up there, so I'm hoping she's a hen. You just can't tell with silkies until they crow or lay an egg, from what I've heard.
This is my other silkie cross, Sylvie. Not sure about her gender either.
Fourth chick, unknown breed. Smallest, but most aggressive, perky, and inquisitive. Bright pink/red comb and wattles and perhaps hackle feathers tell me he's probably a roo. I don't mind one roo in this bunch, but I don't want two.
Adam put two large hinged doors on the back side of the coop so I can clean it out easily and get the birds out by hand if I need to, plus for changing food/water. Their poop should dry and fall through the hardware cloth, a feature of this coop I'm quite fond of!
The wood you see there is pretty pitiful-looking! It started life as the ceiling in the girls' building. Then it served as the walls of Adam's compost bins for 2 years. (Thus the decay along the bottom edge) Now it's a chicken coop. That's what we mean by reuse and save money!
I kept them confined in the coop for over two days so they would view it as "home." Yesterday I let them out for the first time! They were quite interested in the big world ....
Then they came hurrying down their chicken stairs to enjoy the big world!
They pecked and ate grass and weeds with great enthusiasm! They scuffled in the dirt and took dirt baths, lying together in a pile. The chipped and ran around and fluttered. They are adorable. Oh, I hope I don't end up with four roosters!!!
They also must learn to re-enter the coop in early evening. I picked each one up and put it inside, walking each one up the stairs a bit to help them learn. Today, Sylvie didn't want me to pick her up At All. Finally I walked to the stairs and tapped my fingers on it several times. She came over, and flew up onto the stairs! (Yay!!! Success!!) I opened the door, and she went inside. Oh, I hope they learn to do that themselves!
This is what we've been doing with much of our time the past week -- making a home for baby chickens we may or may not be able to keep, depending on their genders. Ah well. But we are satisfied with the new coop and pen, and hope this will make for a safer flock.