|sunrise after the rain|
If there was any sort of theme to this week, I guess it would have to be “one step forward…two steps back” and, like the song says...”nobody gets too far like that...” (listen here)
Every time I’d start thinking I was making a little headway, that things were turning around...there would be something to indicate otherwise...
However, there’s no way around the current situation...just through it. And, although I have had multiple meltdowns this week and more than a few things have gone wrong (way wrong) we’re getting there...I guess.
Monday started all too early doing chores in the rain so the Boss and I could head over the mountain to Cville for his follow-up appointment with the surgeon. After four weeks, he’s healing well and has been given the green light to start returning to “normal” activities on May 8th. And, yes, “normal” is in quotes. Because, after a major surgery and six weeks of forced inactivity, the word is going to have be re-defined. Even if it is for a short while. (and I’m writing that as a reminder to the Boss) The challenge now will be to get his strength and stamina back.
The healing of the big incision is the last obvious hurdle, leaving us in a “wait and see” mode. Since the liver regenerates, creating new tissue all the time, radiation and/or chemo are not general treatment options as either could potentially affect the cells forming the new tissue in an adverse way. So, that leaves close monitoring as the real choice. The Boss will head back for an MRI every four months for the next two years. At that point, if everything remains clear, the time between scans will be lengthened. But, he will remain under watch and care for 5 years. While it may seem that he “got lucky” because he doesn’t have to do chemo or radiation, this saga isn’t over yet. Not by a long shot. We don’t know (and will never know) what caused this issue. And, there is no sure way to avoid it in the future. I’m afraid it will hang like a specter, hovering at the edges of everything we do. But, again...no way around it...just through it.
|my #1 sheep helper|
Blondie came by Monday afternoon to help me work the sheep (again). We really needed to wean the lambs. This allows the mamas to recover some of their body condition prior to shearing. (good body condition is imperative to a good breeding season in August) And, it would allow us to have two separate groups grazing the abundant grass…because any more mowing is not an option.
But, it was raining. I mean really raining. That kind of cold, soaking rain that leaves you just wanting to curl up and nap somewhere. However, there was no time for napping.
|MrB was NOT impressed with the lamb pen|
(for the record, the lambs were NOT impressed with him...
thanks to Grandpa for taking him for a ride and an eventual nap)
We planned to sort the ewes out, de-worm them and run them out back. That part of the plan almost worked. Except for one ewe that ran through the chute with such force that she didn’t get any treatment. And, of course, it was the one ewe who really needed treatment. Rather than attempt to round them all up, I just made a mental note to treat her later by myself. (and, yes, I did remember)
|MUD is a challenge|
Then, there was one lamb that needed a little more attention than the others.
Ordinarily, we band-castrate all the ram lambs when they are about one month old. Occasionally, for one reason or another, (I will spare you the details) they aren’t ready and we have to wait. No problem, make a note and get them next time.
Except that somehow one got overlooked. Twice. So, now he wasn’t so small and it was going to be a little more difficult to complete the job. No problem. Blondie could help me.
Somehow he got by me and I didn’t even notice. I dosed everyone with the anthelmintic (de-wormer) only to realize I never completed the one job I set out to do. **sigh…**(and, yes, a little bit of swearing)
|...don't mess with mama...|
The lambs were wet and the barnyard was a slippery, sloppy mess and I had already caught one lamb in what became an all-out rodeo deal, and they were all beginning to stress as they realized the separation was permanent. So we decided to skip any further excitement.
But, that lamb really needed attention.
A quick lesson in shepherding. (skip ahead a couple of paragraphs if you find sheep biology disturbing) We don’t leave the male animals “intact” for several management reasons. At about 6 months, rams can get aggressive toward one another (and the shepherd) and can cause serious injury. There is also the chance of un-planned pregnancy in the young animals which can lead to a host of new issues. The entire flock is calmer and grows better without the issues caused by raging testosterone levels. (some folks say it affects the taste of the final meat product, too). To band-castrate, we use a tool that places what is essentially a small, industrial-strength rubber band around the scrotum, cutting off the blood supply. It’s relatively quick and easy. Eventually, the entire thing falls off. (For those who are concerned…yes, we do address the possibility of infection and disease….and potential pain issues.)
I realize this sounds gross. (and I reckon it actually is) but, it’s one of those farm chores that has to be done, so we steel ourselves and do it.
Except when it gets overlooked. Twice.
I finally decided that no amount of rain and mud was going to stop me. And, help or no help, it HAD to be done. I figured I could just push the lamb up next to the fence, pop the band on and go on about my day.
A slight oversimplification. The lamb was bigger than I had imagined. Meaning that the part that needed my attention was also (much) bigger than I imagined. Eeks! Long story short, I caught that 70-pound lamb by his back foot, rolled him on his back, and took care of business...in the muck and pouring rain without hurting him or myself. Yes!
I must admit, weird as it may sound, I am pretty proud of that feat.
|I DID IT!|
With that job out of the way, (finally) and the end of the rain (finally) it was time to get back on the mower again...
But, not before I potted up all the tomato plants.
|"potting-up" tomato plants|
By “potting-up” we allow the plants to increase their root mass and have healthier, sturdier transplants for the garden. And, despite the fact that it does indeed feel like July...those tomato plants have about another month before they go into the garden. Tomatoes are indeed a tropical plant and we learned long ago that it is better to wait rather than have to dig them up in the middle of the night by the light of a flashlight because the temperatures are supposed to dip to unexpected lows. (yep, been there and done that!)
waiting to go in the garden
After four days of rain, it was far too wet to work outside, so I finally got to the hoophouse. YAY!
Part of what is making this entire situation so hard is the continual explaining of our lack of greens at the Market. Ordinarily, we have lots of greens for the early season market. LOTS of greens.
But, between the rat issue earlier in the year and the Boss’ surgery...the only thing growing in the hoophouse is a bumper crop of weeds. Verdant, abundant WEEDS.
It is no exaggeration to say that it felt great to get to work...the new electric tiller worked like a champ. I tilled and irrigated and planted. I was rollin’...
|one small oops while tilling|
It was beginning to feel like I had a handle on this whole deal…
|not up to usual standards...|
but, getting there
The next day, the sun came out. It was a beautiful day.
I didn’t even think about the problems of a beautiful sunny day.
I was mowing along when all of a sudden, the thought struck...
(the sides were down because of the previous day’s torrential rains)
And, with the sides down in the beautiful sunshine...it was getting hotter and hotter.
My baby plants were cooking in the heat.
|after watering, it still looks "melted"|
All that work...
(about now is where I had one of many personal melt-downs)
With some emergency watering, a complete crisis was averted. There was some loss, but it wasn’t the total devastation I originally feared.
|some of it survived|
In hopes of preventing more plant cooking (and personal melt-downs), I figured we could put the shadecloth on the hoophouse. I could do a fair amount of the work, if the Boss could come out and advise and tie knots.
When I went to get the shadecloth, I noticed it looked kind of weird. Like something had been digging in it...? no. wait. Something had been EATING it. Rats. Literally, RATS. Apparently, rats had gotten into the closed, locked building and made a nest all through the shadecloth, tearing holes and pooping all over both pieces of fabric. (over $500 worth)
Hoping we could use it despite the holes, I pulled it out of storage. Only to find that there were far more holes than we first thought. And, now there are small bits of black nylon shadecloth all over the place. (giving me another clean-up job)
|bits of cloth|
The Boss said NO problem. He’d handle it. Just call the supply company.
He couldn’t get any for about 3 weeks. Well, that wouldn’t help.
Okay. Order online. This company is quick…no problem.
Until the confirmation email came…you guessed it.
Shipping would be in 2 to 3 weeks.
At that point, the weather forecast was saying near 90 degrees for the weekend, dooming my lettuce for certain. It was time for action.
The Boss thought a big tarp might work.
|looks like he's having a few doubts about this project...|
Our “big” tarp wasn’t all that big. Guess it’s time for a trip to town.
Oh...argh. these blasted rats are costing us a fortune!
While he drove, I searched on-line. Thankfully, Lowe’s had something that would work. A short time later and hoophouse #1 is adorned in a big, blue tarp. Not the best solution (too small and too dark) but, at least the work I’ve done will have a fighting chance until the shadecloth arrives.
Definitely one step forward…two steps back…
During the weaning process, it’s not unusual to hear lambs screaming (as a matter of fact, we should probably post some sort of warning for the entire community) But, when I heard a lamb yelling when I stopped at the gate, I knew we had a bigger problem. Someone was stuck in the fence! For three days, I pulled stuck lambs out of various fences. And, the Boss questioned my ability to hook up the electric fence. Finally, he realized that there was a break in the wire and there was no voltage on the fence. A quick fix and no more stuck lambs!
|...and he's stuck|
|apparently she's not happy to be "free"|
We found time for a clean-up job, a few repairs and a trip to the dump (with its requisite lunch in town). He keeps telling me we’re not running THAT far behind…
|all the rain caused the gate to shift|
now it won't latch
|"if you just turn the wrench this way..."|
|...and the gate is fixed|
|hooking up the irrigation timer|
|electric fence connector|
|heavy fence tool gets me a lesson in fence repair|
|it doesn't matter how sick you are|
how hurt you are
if there's fire involved
you are there!
After a week that caused more than one mental/emotional/spiritual melt-down, frankly the Market was the last place I wanted to go. There is no escaping “the story” during the Market…and the overwhelming urge to cry that goes along with it. The Boss thinks that when I say it’s hard I am referring to the endless work that this place requires…nah, I got that. I never met a job I couldn’t do (at least to some degree)
But, there’s far more than physical work required by the current situation. It seems like it’s time to do some assessment and analysis and perhaps re-evaluate a number of things. However, every time I attempt it, I find myself in an existential quandary, somewhat defeated and completely overwhelmed.
I’ll be perfectly honest here…I’m seriously not lovin’ the Market lately.
It’s just been hard. Sales are down because we simply don’t have the produce for sale. We don’t have the produce because there are not enough hours in the day for one person to do everything. And, a whole lot of people just don’t get this. More than once I have started seeds only to watch them get overgrown and die in the flats because I can’t get them planted in the hoophouse. And, while I truly appreciate all the offers of help, to attempt to coordinate helpers, the weather, the Boss’ needs and concerns along with my own abilities becomes even more overwhelming. It can be excruciating to repeat “the story” and give countless updates, partly because there is no escaping the fact that we’re probably never returning to our “normal” life ever again.
But, like it or not, the Market is what we do.
And, if I had missed the Market, I would have missed an amazing encounter.
Upon my return to our stand, I saw the Boss involved in conversation with a couple I didn’t recognize. They introduced themselves as Anne and Jim from Georgia. Such gracious, kind people!
But, they weren’t just your ordinary tourists passing through town. They wanted to meet US. They read the farm blog on a regular basis and planned their trip so they could come visit US. Now, that is special!
They read the Weaver of Grass Click here to read., a blog about life on a farm in the Yorkshire Dales. I have followed this blog for a while and the author follows me as well. One blog led to another…and that led to Anne and Jim at the Staunton Farmers’ Market! It is indeed a small world.
|Anne and Jim visit us at the Market 4-29|
I want to thank Anne and Jim here for their visit. (and the gift) I should have gotten an address (please email me!) but “market brain” struck and it didn’t occur to me until they were well on their way again.
Thank you for your kindness and concern. Thank you for making the effort to find us and encourage us along this journey. I am not sure I can ever communicate to you how very special it was to meet you and how your kindness touched me. Thank you doesn’t seem nearly enough, but I can assure you it is from the bottom of my heart. Please keep in touch!
And, on that note…it’s time to close for the week.
I hope you’re having a Happy Sunday!
Thanks for stopping by…come back and “visit” again real soon.
Here's the link to the Boss' Market shots...https://www.facebook.com/stauntonfarmersmkt/photos/pcb.10154945279916141/10154945276226141/?type=3&theater