Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Garden update

Some of you may be wondering how the garden is doing.

For new readers, let me recap very briefly. For nine years I fought our horrible sticky clay-y soil and got nowhere. I also fought weeds worthy of a jungle expedition, and constant attacks by deer. In short, my gardening attempts were a shambles.

For a successful garden, we needed to control three things: soil, weeds, and deer. We needed to do this as economically as possible, with a long-term goal of making the garden as maintenance-free as possible. I hit the half-century mark last year and Don is five years older, so our bodies are not what they used to be. I don't want the garden to be so physically overwhelming that we can't keep up with it as we get older.

The solution to the deer problem was, simply, to raise the fences to eight feet. Haven't had a stitch of trouble since then.


For weed control (since we didn't want to use poison), we obtained old vinyl billboard tarps from an advertisement company in Spokane. We anchored them with gravel. (We ran out of both time and gravel and only got less than half the garden tarped, so we'll continue our efforts next spring.) Incidentally, the difference in weed control between the tarped and untarped parts of the garden are staggering.

For soil issues, I abandoned the idea of planting directly in the ground and went with raised beds. Initially we put in four raised beds for small fruits (blueberries, raspberries, strawberries) and they proved immensely successful.

But the massive beams we used for the fruit beds were limited (we dismantled someone's old barn a few years ago and the beams came from that barn) and we needed lots and lots and lots more raised beds in order to have a successful garden. What kind of resource could we find that was cheap or free for making raised beds? It was Don who came up with the brainchild of using tires. We fill the tires with compost and topsoil.

Some people express concern that using tires will poison us. Rest assured, that's not the case. Please see this website for clarification.

Through trial and error, we learned to put the tires directly on top of the tarps and gravel. If we lay the tires directly on the ground and fit the tarps around them (as we did for so many of the tires we already had in place before coming up with the notion of using tarps), then weeds will find their way through every chink and crack... plus grow up through the tire center. By putting the tire directly on the tarp, the gravel promotes drainage, the tarps protect from weeds, and weeds won't grow up from the soil below. But this also means the plants grow solely in the tire itself, so we have to factor in root depth and plant type, etc.

For this reason, and also because we've found they're easier to handle in the long run, we've transitioned away from smaller tires and moved toward using big tractor tires, which are abundant in rural areas. We even get them delivered.

Anyway, this is what I've got growing in the garden this year:

Potatoes
Corn
Pinto beans
Green beans
Broccoli
Hot peppers
Herbs
Horseradish
Onions
Cantaloup
Watermelon
Pumpkins
Strawberries
Blueberries
Raspberries
Pears
Peaches (kinda)
Garlic

Here's an update as to how these items look, with any specific links if I made a blog post about them.

Potatoes


Peas. Unlike last year when I had peas coming out my ears, this year's peas didn't do as well. The one that grew are podding beautifully, but not everything grew. Oh well.



I have several places I planted pinto beans, and they're all coming in beautifully.



Herbs.




Horseradish.


Corn.


Hot peppers.



Green beans. I didn't plant a whole lot because I already have so many canned up.


Broccoli. It's growing luxuriantly but not producing a lot of heads.


The older ever-bearing strawberry beds. As you can see, they've recovered quite nicely from being devastated by the deer.



They're still producing some fruit.


The newer, June-bearing strawberries. These are done for the season. (The orange splot in front is a bit of billboard tarp that didn't get covered with gravel.)


Our one surviving fruit tree is producing a lovely crop of pears this year.


I have two peach trees barely clinging to life...


...but rather to my surprise I have some peach sprouts coming up. What the heck, I'll keep them watered.



Raspberries. These are two years old and got severely eaten by deer last year. Thankfully raspberries are like weeds and they came back strongly. We got a nice crop this year.


Blueberries. These have produced heavily this year, and I've harvested at least nine pounds with more to come.



Garlic. Yeah yeah, I know... I never got around to snipping off the scapes (what can I say, it's been a busy summer). The garlic bulbs are likely to be a bit smaller as a result, but such is life.


Pumpkins. My goodness, they've taken over one whole corner.


I have dozens of pumpkins coming in, some as large as basketballs.



Here are the watermelons and cantaloups. You can see why I spaced all the "viney tires" so far apart.


Most of these melons are short-season hybrids. Normally I don't like to plant hybrids, but I ran out of time (since we were working on the garden infrastructure until the very last minute). But I must say they're producing beautifully.

Watermelons. (There are three in the top photo, somewhat buried in leaves.)




Cantaloup. (There are at least five in the top photo.) There are so many cantaloups that I'll be handing them out to all the neighbors.



The tomatoes flopped. Grunt. There go my dreams of canning tomato sauce.


That's the garden tour. Next spring we'll be laying tarp and gravel in the rest of the garden and put in yet more tires. I want to plant oil sunflowers, a LOT more beans, and probably more potatoes, etc.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Ever the gentleman

Though I loath football, I have a great admiration for Tim Tebow -- partly because he's a devout Christian and isn't afraid to show it, and partly because he just seems like a durn nice guy.


Proof? It seems a cameraman had some sort of locker-room mishap and took the Lord's name in vain as follows:

“In the Pats locker room, a camera guy has a mishap and yells, ‘Jesus Christ!’

Tebow, in earshot, looks at the guy and says: ‘He loves you.’”


The article is here.

Yep, ever the gentleman. Keep up the classy work, Tim.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Cattle drive

It was time to move the cattle.

We have two sides of our property in which the cattle can graze: the wooded side (which has limited feed) and the pasture side. But about this time of year, both sides are depleted to the point where the critters could use some fresh grass.


Thankfully the neighbor who owns the vacant 20-acre parcel next to us allows us to lease the property for about two months each fall. We call this parcel the "pond property" because there's a beautiful stock pond on it.

But before we can move the cattle, we have to walk the fence line and make sure there are no gaps or low spots they can escape. So late one evening (after the sun went down -- it was far too hot during the day) Don and I gathered our tools -- wire, pliers, nippers, gloves -- and set off.

(By the way, in the country this is known as a "date night.")


This parcel had been mowed for grass hay a couple of weeks ago, which meant we were freed from having to wade through waist-high fields as we walked the perimeter. Still plenty of grazing, though.


These fence lines were the focus of our attention.


In a number of places, the fence wire had been pushed down (by the horses on the other side) to the point where it was easy for cattle to step or jump over.


In those spots, we pulled the fencing back up and wired it securely to the T-post.


We walked the perimeter of the 20-acre parcel and thankfully only had to make a few minor repairs. (Date night over.)

The next morning, I walked down toward the gate at the bottom of the pasture, calling as I went: "Bossy bossy bossy bossy BOSSY!!"

Oh my, that got their attention!! The older animals knew precisely what was up. Within minutes, they formed an orderly line behind me.


But soon their eagerness overcame their orderliness, and many of them made a mad dash for the gate.


Stampede!


A bunch of them made it to the gate far ahead of me.


"C'mon! Will you hurry up already?"


Once I opened the gate, Brit was the first in (as usual).


But everyone else soon came pouring through.



Everyone, that is, except four of the calves who lagged behind and then got mixed up about where to go.


"Mama? Where are you?"


I tried scooting them down toward the gate...



...but calves at this age are still "puppy stupid" (as we call it) and they kept missing the open gate.



Bottom line, they all four followed me back up toward the house, like little lemmings.


To their dismay, I closed the gate on them to keep them in the pasture. So, confused, they bedded down for a couple of hours right by the gate.


Eventually the cows, grazing greedily in the distance, noticed that 2/3 of their calves were missing, and fetched them down to the pond property.


So all's well that ends well. However it meant that in the evening after the sun went down, when I wanted to lock up Polly for the night so I could milk her the next morning, I had a lot of walking to do... since, naturally, she was in the farthest possible corner of the pond property.

As I walked, I saw thunderheads building up in the south.



The cows (and calves) were quite happy.


So happy that Polly did NOT want to be led up to the barn. She dragged her hooves the whole way. (Sorry for the blurry photo.)


We had an impressive show of thunder and lightning that evening, and a massive storm cell was heading straight toward us. Unfortunately it juuuuust barely missed us and skirted about a mile to the west. We stayed dry.


It's worth noting we've barely seen the cows in the last few days. They're happy as clams where they are!

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Technical dificulties

Oh groan. What a morning it's been.

When I got up this morning, I found I had dozens and dozens of concerned emails in my inbox notifying me that my blog was down and redirecting people to a generic location.


It seems I'm in a dispute with Blogger (run by Google, boo hiss) about the domain name www.rural-revolution.com. We thought we had the domain name registered elsewhere, but in 2010 we were "slammed" by Google and inadvertently transferred the domain to someplace called eNom.com which, if not owned by Google, then has a close association with them. Whatever the circumstances, though, everything continued to work fine.

But for the past month Google has been telling me I need to update my financial information so I can renew the domain name. No problem, I'm happy to do so -- IF I COULD JUST LOG ONTO MY ACCOUNT. But there appears to be a hiccup on Google, and every time I log in using my email and password, I get an "Invalid Request" notice.


I've been trying to resolve this issue literally for weeks. I've gone round and round and round their troubleshooting options but keep coming up against the same brick wall. I've updated my financial info with Google Wallet, but there is no -- and I mean NO -- customer support for Google itself. Every troubleshooting avenue I've attempted, both online and via phone, shuts me down and can't help.

I've been carefully backing up my blog weekly for just such an occasion (I don't want to experience what happened to poor Granny Miller's blog). Nonetheless, I want to get my blog back up and running normally.

So for the time being, please bookmark this location:

www.patricelewis.blogspot.com

This was the original domain name, and it still works.

I'm also going to be looking into the possibility of transferring my blog to Wordpress or another host site. I am sick to death of Google's behemoth attitude.

Thanks for all your emails of concern!