|this might just be the best jam I ever made|
This week has been all about food.
Wait a minute. Who am I kidding? It’s always about food. That’s what we do. We raise and sell food. Most of our activities center around food and the eating thereof. You might just say “food is our life”. (I even wrote that once...read this)
In many respects, this week was no different than any other week as we worked to get food on the table, both here and elsewhere. We planted, we picked, we processed, we sold…and we ate. Oh, man! The eating is SO good this time of year! Meal time makes all the hard work worthwhile.
|Nectarine upside-down cake|
(fruit from Market vendor Dickie Brothers)
Monday morning the Boss prepared the last section of the middle garden for the brassica plants that were languishing in the trailer in the backyard. They had gotten so big that their roots were taking up all the room in the flats and we had to water twice a day just to keep them from shriveling up and dying. It was past time to get them in the ground, but there are never enough hours in the day.
With a bit of teamwork, we got several hundred plants in the ground before lunch. Since it’s still hot and extremely dry, this planting was equipped with irrigation tape to keep the plants hydrated.
|brassicas in the early morning light|
The next job was going to be harvesting corn for our personal use. But, first...the eclipse.
For weeks, we had been hearing about the eclipse. I had never seen anything like it before. (and I distinctly remember at least two major eclipses) No, I don’t mean the eclipse, I mean the public/media reaction to it. WOW. It sounded like it was going to be a major deal.
|during the eclipse|
I was a little disappointed. Even though we weren’t in the path of totality, we were supposed to see something like 83%. So, I figured it would get way darker and was hoping for some sort of reaction from the animals. To my mind, it didn’t look much different than a summer day when clouds filter the sunlight. The light did seem slightly odd (maybe like you were wearing two sets of sunglasses) and the shadows got a little deeper for a few moments. As for animal reactions...check out Gus!
|No worries about his eyes during the eclipse!|
(he's taking a nap under the shed
and not too thrilled I woke him)
With the historic eclipse behind us, it was time to head to the corn patch.
After selling the "primo" stuff last week, we harvested the corn we planned on using for ourselves and hauled it back to the house. The plan was to work it up the following morning when the grass was still too wet for garden work.
Food preservation, putting stores away for winter use, whether it be canning, freezing or some other method, is said to be a dying art. I can understand why. It takes a lot of work to put up food. It must be done in the peak of the season when it’s hot and you’re tired from all the work of growing the food. And, let’s be honest here, it’s a whole lot easier (and perhaps even more economical) to head to the grocery store and buy a package of frozen corn or a can of tomato sauce. But, there is a sense of accomplishment that you cannot get from making a purchase at the store. Maybe that’s what makes it taste so good. And, I'm here to tell ya...it is amazingly delicious!
To that end, we shucked the corn.
Washed off the silks.
ready for processing
Blanched the corn.
Cooled the corn.
Cut it off the cobs.
Then, we scooped it into plastic bags and popped it all in the freezer. Now, we will have corn for winter use (and may even have some for sale).
Then, the hens enjoyed a corn cob feast. And, we checked one more job off the “to-do” list!
Then it was time to plant some more (another couple hundred brassicas)…and pick some more…make some tomato sauce and put up some green beans…and those zucchinis are still pumping out…
|green beans ready to can|
(we do our canning on the front porch)
As we finished up our lunch break on Wednesday, the power went out. Since it was extremely hot, we tried not to worry and just took it as a sign we really needed to get out and pick the beans that we were both wishing we could avoid. Surely, it would come back on soon…
A power outage always causes a mild panic here on the hill. As soon as the lights go out, the Boss starts doing mental calculations as to just how long it can be out before he has to crank up the generator to keep the place running. We have freezers (yes, plural…very plural) full of meat and vegetables that must stay frozen at all costs. To lose our inventory would be devastating. All that frozen stuff represents our winter income as well as our winter menu.
While we picked beans, we discussed the possibilities for the outage. (one of the “hazards” of a twenty-year power company career, the Boss invariably starts trying to resolve the outage…and as the spouse of the “ex-Vepcovian”, I actually understand most of what he’s talking about…) Checking the map on my phone, we discovered that the outage was limited to 10 people. 10. That meant our little lane and a few other folks…
Just about then, neighbor drove up the hill in his backhoe with a long gate and pole dangling from the bucket, we joked that maybe he took the power line out and laughed a little at the ridiculous-ness of that scenario. After our chuckle, we got back to picking beans in the hot afternoon sun.
The power still wasn’t restored when we finished.
The outage app stated that the power wouldn’t be restored until later. Much later.
In that case, we did what we always do in the event of a power outage. We got in the truck to drive along the route so the Boss could assess the problem. (at which point he calls the power company with the information, hoping to save them some crucial time in restoring the power) This time we didn’t get too far. There at the bridge, the neutral wire was dangling limply in the sunshine. There was no point going any further. We headed back to the top of the hill in hopes of picking up enough cell service to make a phone call to the power company to direct the repair crew.
|definitely a downed wire|
|you have to look closely|
No power doesn’t just mean no lights. And, the freezers aren’t our only worry. The well pump is electric. That means no water for animals or plants. (or showers or drinking) The land-line phone doesn’t work, either. Since cell service is always sporadic at best, contacting the outside world can be a challenge. Did I mention it was hot? So, to conserve the precious cool-ness inside the house, trips inside/outside must be kept to a minimum. The walk-in cooler must remain closed in hopes of preserving the harvest. No electricity also means that food preparation comes to a standstill and we were heading toward suppertime…
A big “whole-house/farm” generator that kicks in immediately might seem a great solution, but the pricetag on one of those is daunting. You’d have to lose power on a regular basis to make the investment worthwhile. We know we meet the challenge of a long outage. We made it for 5 days after the Derecho. (did you read THIS?) But, honestly, I have no desire to ever do that again!
The Boss finally got a signal. And, no sooner had he finished the call than the service man rolled up behind us. Neighbor rolled up behind him, apologizing profusely. (our joking around had been spot-on)
Long story short…
The “cavalry” arrived shortly thereafter and power was restored within a couple of hours.
|nothing like the sight of bucket trucks during a power outage|
(but, not before the fire department came to assess the situation) An exciting afternoon to say the least.
|we were just out of sight of all the "action"|
|doesn't look impressive|
but, those two taut wires are crucial to our existence
By this time, we were on plan “D” for supper, chores got done incredibly late (the animals were all complaining) and we still hadn’t finished picking the green beans. **sigh**
But, all’s well that ends well. Everyone got something to eat, the house stayed blessedly cool, we got our much-needed showers and the green beans could wait.
There is a postscript to the story.
The following day, on my way out to the chiro, the lane was blocked by the backhoe as neighbor worked to finish the repair job he started last week. I must admit, I was just a little irritated to have to re-schedule my appointment.
|doesn't look like I'm going anywhere any time soon!|
In the past week, I have chased steers, been powerless for hours and changed plans all because a stupid deer chose to hang himself in the fence at the creek. I can only imagine how neighbor must feel. The overpopulation of white-tail deer is causing issues throughout the area and must be addressed soon. My suggestion…eat more venison! (see, everything comes back to food)
This post is getting long (even by my standards) but, I would be remiss if I didn’t tell you one last story. A success story at that.
We finally got the little lambs out of the barn!
|they may be tiny|
they may be scruffy
but, they are OUTSIDE!
That’s big news.
|the re-introduction cause more than a little consternation|
It’s been weeks. Weeks of worry and close attention. There have been vitamin injections, antibiotics, PRObiotics, deworming, a battle with flystrike, (I'll tell you that story some other time) gathering of grass clippings to tempt finicky appetites, a couple of bales of hay…in other words, a whole lot of extra work just to get some weight on the little creatures. But, I did it. They finally weigh over 50#! (still majorly tiny, but…) So, they went back out with the lamb flock.
It still remains to be seen if they will fulfill their true lambchop destiny. But, they are healthy (and out of the barn). YAY
…and that brings us to Market day.
|one of these days I'll take a different shot|
It was a beautiful day, with lots of folks, good music and fun conversations. There was very little left to pack up and bring back to the hill. So, all in all, a very good day. Here’s the link to the Boss’ photos.
Hope you’re having a Happy Sunday!
Thanks for stopping by. Come back and “visit” again real soon!
|I know they're weeds|
but, I love morning glories!