Monday, December 26, 2016
We're out of hay until we start haying next season.
My sister Cate sent us a "pet blanket". We've always kept old throws around, but according to our 21 year old cat, this is better. He is pretty much living under it now.
The bird feeder has been filled, steps sanded, stove wood brought in, and a mid-day hot meal consumed. Lots of snoozing going on here in the quiet. I think I'll make some banana bread.
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
The first view is from the parking area looking toward the kitchen gardens.
The second view is from the parking area looking toward the hay field.
The last picture is looking over part of the kitchen gardens toward the wooden garage. One of the nice things about a veggie garden is that it is new every year, so the view changes a little. But the trees blew blew over, I couldn't see this garage from the gardens.
Update on the great tree clean up:
- George did most of the chain sawing.
- We cut everything to 4 or 8 ft lengths and stacked away for future use. The smallest diameter 8 ft lengths worked great for holding down row cover in the kitchen gardens this year.
- I cleaned up all the branches except for 2 piles. Piles were left in various places for wildlife habitat.
Monday, April 11, 2016
|Underside of cedar|
Usual stuff mostly: no power for awhile; I worried about the veggies warming up in the freezer; and family members said things like "Wow" and "Hear that?"
In the morning, I glanced out the kitchen window and noted "several trees down".
If we hadn't had such sodden ground combined with all that wind and rain, the trees would probably still be standing.
A friend commented later that day: "You people got very lucky last night." Yes, we did.
The trees missed all buildings, vehicles, and farm equipment. One missed the hay barn by less than a foot.
|This one just missed the hay barn.|
Wow, they are both scary and cut wood like butter.
|These trees are lying in Vegetable Bed #1.|
Saturday, December 12, 2015
|Some of the onions in storage|
George and I put up extra hay. Thanks to everyone who bought hay from us! They hay is crucial to keeping the farm going.
After the hail storm, the kitchen plots came back better than one might have hoped. The unusually long growing season allowed some plants to recover.
There are plenty of onions for winter. Some winter squash hit by hail developed rot spots. But, once the plants recovered, new squash emerged.
There are lots of packages of string beans, sliced summer squash, and broccoli florets in the freezer, along with bags of hot peppers, and a small bag of processed horse radish. George keeps advocating for more peppers and horse radish in the food.
I kept a few sugar pumpkins for cooking experiments.
Fresh carrots and potatoes are in the root cellar.
Three varieties of garlic were planted this fall, and George asked if I wanted more raised beds made.
Looking forward to next year!
Friday, August 7, 2015
|Pic 1. Stormy sky to west|
We had a couple of days of stormy weather recently. At right is a picture of a storm that rolled in on August 4th, in the afternoon.
On August 5, we had a very similar afternoon storm, but with the addition of hail. The hail lasted less than a minute, and was not particularly large. But, it did an amazing amount of damage to the kitchen vegetable gardens.
|Pic 2. Part of Bed #2, before the hail|
Picture #2 is of part of Bed #2, a few days ago before the storms. Three rows of onions are on the right edge, all standing up nice and straight.
|Pic. 3. Onions, after the hail|
Almost everything in the kitchen gardens is affected to some degree by the hail storm.
On the bright side, today there are three or four big heads of broccoli ready to pick and blanch for the freezer, zucchini bread with walnuts and chocolate cooling on the kitchen counter, and someone dropping by to buy a bit of hay.
Monday, June 22, 2015
I'm working on an inventory of boxes and boxes full of miscellaneous things that weren't consider of monetary value by folks who helped break up my parents' last apartment. Some of it is so lovely, in terms of letters, articles, and family photographs. I have a lot of scanning to do.
I mentioned my father, John Richardson, in the last post. I never talked about him with people I know because he was a modest man.
I came across this material buried in an old box, and I know it was just the start.
The following excerpt is from an editorial in Life Magazine (November 24, 1958).
The events occurred during the height of the Cold War. Here are links to some contextual history on the 1956 protests in Poland and the Polish October from Wikipedia.
"Soon after the bloodless Polish revolution of October 1956, a self-starting young Wall Streeter named John Richardson Jr. began to hear about the crying shortage of modern medicines in Poland's grossly mismanaged economy. He got up a committee of private citizens who saw both the humanitarian and the political point of helping to sustain Polish morale in a tough time. With help from other private organizations who had contacts in Poland, notably CARE, Richardson made three trips to Poland and finally won the agreement of the Polish government to accept and distribute American medicine as a gift, clearly labeled as such, from the American people. The American people in this case, also prodded by Richardson's committee, are chiefly some 20 pharmaceutical manufacturers who have contributed more than $2 million worth of drugs, including 900,000 polio vaccine shots.
The impact of this common sense generosity on the Polish people has been terrific. To the accompaniment of grateful newspaper headlines, more than two million Polish schoolchildren are getting polio shots this fall. For the free vaccine stimulated the Polish government to buy five million additional shots from U.S. sources. As a result more Polish kids are getting vaccinated than Russian kids. (There is practically no vaccine in the other satellite countries.)
Other individuals besides Richardson deserve credit for this project, too many to list here. It was no easy job to raise the contributions, arrange for their delivery and get the Communist government to concede safeguards for their nonpolitical use. The men did it, however, and on their own, with the approval but not the assistance of the U.S. government. We hear a lot these days about "people-to-people" diplomacy. This Polish Medical Aid project (address: 25 Broad St., New York) shows what it consists of."
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Pic 1. Elderly house cat trying to make a break for the outside world.
He may have known that the swallows who nest in the barn arrived back this morning. I might have let that slip.
Bird feeder still on the missing list.
Saturday, April 4, 2015
1. Banded woollybear catepillar has been on the front porch for a couple of days. Most of that time he/she was on the welcome mat. He/she could be older than most of the kids who have stayed with us. We are treading carefully.
2. Summer sparrows were at the feeder yesterday.
4. The wild turkeys are now making semi-routine visits.
5. A big flock of something filled up the trees across the road this morning, but we don't know what they are yet.
6. Seedlings are coming along in the basement. Germination was slow and uneven this year, possibly due to the unusually dry basement. I don't think the problem was the seed.
7. First ladybug sighted indoors last night, in the bathroom, on the cap of my mouthwash. Spunky lady.
Oh, it just started snowing. Kind of pretty, in that pretty kind of way when it is special because it won't last long.
On Sunday, when George and I were coming up the drive, a small group of robins arrived in a snow squall. Seeing those spring bits of red swirling in all that white was exciting for us, but we worried about them finding food that day. I haven't seen them since, although there is some bare ground now.
Checked around mid-day, and the tedder is still completely hidden under deep snow. A tedder is a piece of haying equipment that spreads and fluffs cut hay, and looks like a large spider.
I emailed George about the tedder, and he joked that maybe "it has tedded itself into hibernation and is buried ten feet below ground level." Would hate to be around when it crawls up!