I’m still blown away by what all can happen on the farm in a week. Rains in the forecast. Blissfully sunny days. An unexpected frost over the weekend. A few sizable volunteer groups. We push, and rearrange projects, and let harvest fall off while we focus on the fields. We woefully sort all the peppers that got zapped by the light freeze, take turns on the tractor to turn in the blackened plants, water the last bits of parched soil to get the moisture right for tilling. We spread manure, chicken pellets, fish meal, or lime over neat mounds or entire sections of flat fields, till it all in, and have to remind ourselves that it’s fall— that these delightfully neat beds ready for planting are not the first of the season, but rather the very last.Read More
They were born in February and March. Single, grass-like cotyledons springing up from the cold, moist potting soil in the nursery. Thousands of them, soft and supple, forming a carpet of growing tips that I used to run my hand over as I walked through the winter greenhouse to check on all the babes. I love the way they come out folded over-- creased right in the middle of that single fine stem-- and hang on to their black seed coats for a while, giving them a brief ride toward the scattered daylight.Read More
It sounded so easy: "Transplant the winter squash." They've been ready for a week or two already, so what's the big deal? Just pop 'em in the ground.
After a full week of trying to get such a seemingly simple project done, I am humbled. Yes, amazed by how much zucchini is coming out of the fields, dumbfounded by how fast weeds are growing, impressed by the skill and pace of all the interns, and surprised by how much time irrigation management takes. But mostly, I am humbled by this project that's not even close to done on the eve of our last chance for the week.Read More
Experimenting with a new format and combining two days into one post: a first, and a sign that both on- and off-farm lives have been stacked full this week. There's so much to share. More prose coming soon :)Read More
8:30 am. University of Oregon Duck Store. I'm buying two cases of Listo grease pencils for marking flags with planting dates and varieties at the farm. We've tried "permanent" markers (they fade), China pencils (they break), and yellow crayon-like grease markers (they don't show up). Now we have a seemingly endless supply that do the trick.
9:20 am. Strawberry patch. I'm poking around the plants while Michael weed whacks the end of the bed so we can hook up irrigation lines. All three patches have been swallowed up on either side by tall cover crop, and I'd almost forgotten about them. To my delight, they're ripe! I pick one deep red one and pop it into my mouth, stem and all. I almost forget to taste it while I search through the beds, looking to see how many are ready. But then I do, and stand there for a minute, letting that ultra sweet summer flavor sink in. This sensation will keep coming until fall sets in.Read More
I had a heavy machinery day. More than anything else I do, I think I'm most attentive when operating vehicles that have the power to destroy: rototiller, flame weeder, tractor, box truck. Today I tilled three of our greenhouses, which gets me even more attentive because I could easily rip a hole in the plastic (which, ahem, has happened), dent the metal bows, plow through a wall, or bury nearby crops. So that's first on my mind. Then there's the fun of creating what Sophie called "chocolate cake" on the ground: hundreds of square feet of fluffy, crumbly dark soil. I have mixed feelings about tilling, which I hope to write about here in the future, but for today I relished the beauty and satisfaction of freshly aerated beds.Read More