Wednesday, January 13, 2010
strawberry fields forever
My neighbor invited me to the women’s club lunch; the guest speaker (Jim) just so happened to be a strawberry grower. It was interesting to see this accountant turned berry grower talk so passionately about his product. The pride he and his family took in putting forth the best strawberries possible. We learned the history of the strawberry, dating back to the 1600’s. He spoke of how the berry had evolved through the years with breeding the best attributes of French wild varieties with the more consistent producing US varieties. And, we learned about the intensive hand harvesting and the importance of farm labor (no matter what side of the issue we fell on.)
At the end of his presentation he gave us all a 1-pound box of berries, picked right before he came. As Brianne and I savored each one, exploding, full of flavor in our mouths, I thought about Jim, while I munched away, and what I had learned. I may be an advocate of organic gardening. I may encourage suburbanites to pursue home food production and a homesteading lifestyle, but I will never again complain about the price of strawberries. For each season, this family puts their livelihood on the line to produce a little bit of heaven for us to enjoy.
During lunch, Jim and I had a nice chat about home berry patch production. I’ve never grown strawberries before, but I can see a new addition to my garden is in my future.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
work, fun and buying lambs
After a long day of work, I settled in with a warm cup of tea and some serene tunes to design my next quilt project. I'm an odd quilter. Or maybe it's just that I'm relitively new to quilting. Anyway, I love the stories an old quilt tells; the fabrics that may have been remnents of a favorite dress or a sack from a bag of flour. I love the idea of taking something that most people would consider trash and making it into something that can be useful and keep your family warm. Maybe it's part and parcel of this life I'm trying to lead; or maybe it's my innate sense of frugality. What ever it is, it draws me to look at things differently. I don't see an old worn out skirt, but a part of my life crying out to be made again.
My new quilt will be that kind of quilt. Made from an old skirt that I loved. The fabric has a pastural scene on it and the complimentary fabrics will be pulled from the colors in that fabric. I'm still fine tuning my design, but when I'm certain of how I want it to look I'll post a sketch.
Today was fun, but also stressful. This is the time of year that Brianne and I buy her new show lambs for the season. Usually we go to livestock auctions (a favorite past time) and buy, but this time one of the lambs we had looked at last week ended up on an on-line auction. We sat anxiously waiting (and bidding) until the auction ended. When everything was said and done we were successful and come next Saturday we will have a new addition to our little farm. And, hopefully we'll be just as successful at next weekends auction, adding a few other friends to keep him company.
I love this time of year, life renews, hope is in the air and anything seems possible.
The picture above is of our new little fellow.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
taking care of yourself
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
from field to fork
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Garden-minded
Yes, veggies are on my mind... But with winter still in full force - I don't know what to do with these thoughts. I want to start preparing the soil now, but I have no idea what’s in store for us on the weather front, nor have I finalized my plans for the new garden arrangement, and that means a little extra planning if I want to do it right and have a successful garden.
I’ve talked to friends and shared my predicament. They are sympathetic, but yearning as well. We are like-minded folks, spending days in our respective offices, but going home to our chickens and gardens and berries and trees. Our families are as involved and excited with our backyard homesteads as we are. We always have something to talk about when we catch each other on the phone.
I’ll think about ordering new seeds, little gems that will grow to grace my table. If the weather holds and winter lingers longer than normal I could just put up a few hoop houses and start some beds of cool weather loving seeds or build a couple of cold frames or plant later in the season.
I don’t think my friends had any idea how happy those few ideas made me. I did a little happy dance at the thought. When you live without a safety net you take little gifts as they come. I hope I never forget how good gratitude feels at 5:36 PM on a Wednesday.
Monday, December 14, 2009
living in the 23rd zone
After working for a few hours and running errands in town, I spent the afternoon taking care of some much needed garden keeping. The storms hadn’t caused any damage which was a good thing. I let the chickens out to scratch around in the soft wet dirt, digging up worms and any other treats they could find. They seemed happy being out in the wide open spaces of the garden, running and squawking, flapping their wings. They were funny chasing each other then suddenly stopping to investigate something in the dirt.
I’ve decided to change the garden a bit, so I can maximize the space and increase my production. Pea and bean fencing that was used last year was taken down and stored on the side of the house. I have arbors running down the garden like a central alley, by attaching fence panels to the arbors I can plant longer double rows of peas and beans, then switch to other climbing veggies like cucks, squash and mini pumpkins, using the beds they use to be in for better rotation. I got a few up, but need to get more. When the other panels are up I’ll plant a variety of peas – snap sugar, shelling and oriental. Around the base there should be room for greens, and other salad makings. Broccoli, cabbage, cauliflower and brussel sprouts can be stared indoors and raised as transplants till planting time. And of course, weeding still goes on here in winter, never any relief from that.
I’ve lived in So Cal most of my life, seen much change in our area, from a farm and ranch area to suburban sprawl I’ve lived to watch it all closing in. With my farm girl sensibilities and a desire for more land I often think about moving to more wide open places with fewer people or maybe it’s more people, just with similar minds. Talking homesteading or simple living brings strange looks from people who are accustomed to Starbucks three times a day or daily meals out. They just don’t get it.
Like the song says, “…the sun’ll come out tomorrow…” I hope so, ‘cause I’m having fun here in the 23rd zone!