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Sunday, September 11, 2016

Sunday Walkabout 9-11

lambs grazing in September
Labor Day marks the “end” of the summer season to a lot of folks. One last chance for picnics and beach trips…

Here on the hill, it’s just another day. As a Monday holiday, it does indeed cause a little wrinkle in our week. But, that’s nothing new. Here’s a post from ’14 about  Labor Day.

While our schedule has changed slightly over the years, things remain pretty constant around here. Although, instead of digging potatoes, we processed broilers.

It was an uneventful morning, no escapee chickens, no scalder fires… We were all finished, cleaned up and had the meat bagged and chilling before lunchtime. Oh, I do love when jobs go smoothly!
ready to process


bagging the last bird
a little less than four hours later

Blondie and Mr. B stopped by to visit and help me can off the last batch of squash. While I don’t know that we really need the squash for winter eating, I hate to see it go to waste. By canning it, it will be there when and if I need it, and it will taste better than if I put it in the freezer.

In checking the gardens for more squash and anything else that might need my attention, I discovered that the groundhog had apparently moved to the middle garden after his/her efforts to obliterate the winter squash had been thwarted. This time the zucchini had come under attack.



Now, say what you will about zucchini…you know all those jokes about submarines and locking your car doors to avoiding “gifting” … but, it is truly delicious and quite versatile. And, since it is a cash crop, I’m not about to allow the groundhog eat it all! I set a trap, baited it with a pear and waited…(I’m still waiting...guess they don't like pears) Groundhogs may look fat and silly, but they’re actually quite wily. …and horribly destructive. They are considered a noxious pest. Did you read the "Battle of the  Whistle-pig"?

Despite the groundhog attack on the winter squash, harvest time had finally arrived. The Boss had fenced around the entire planting and we didn’t see evidence of any more damage. But, we had our doubts about the harvest. So many of the fruits had been gnawed on, and once damaged, the heat and moisture would cause the squashes to rot or allow small rodents to eat them.  Either way, they would be useless to us. When the Boss went to pick up the first squash, this appeared to be the case, as its seeds were all spilled onto the ground and the squash was rotting around the edges.
what a waste!

However, there were indeed more edible squash than those that were destroyed. And, you wouldn’t believe the size of some of them!  A good number are pushing ten pounds. While these will be far too big for our customers to use whole, we will be able to cut them in chunks and sell them that way. (you wouldn’t believe how many butternut chunks we have sold over the years!)  

Now, that's a BIG squash!

…and I’m pretty sure that all the spilled seeds mean that we will have “volunteer” butternut squash coming up in the garden forever. While we can’t claim a real big success on the crop, at least it wasn’t the total loss that we first feared.

broilers checking out the field pen
With the big broilers processed, it was time to move the smaller ones outdoors. Actually, it was a little early since the whole rat attack incident impacted our carefully planned schedule. But, the last batch of broilers for the year was scheduled to arrive on Friday, this batch looks large and healthy, and it’s still incredibly warm, so it was decided that we’d go ahead and move them outside even though they’re young.  Again, an uneventful job. (yay)
last batch of broilers for 2016 arrived on 9-9


harvesting 'taters
Then the Boss worked at getting the Spring potatoes out of the ground. I know, I know, we had hoped to complete this job months ago, but between the weather and other more pressing jobs, it just didn’t happen. Thankfully, potatoes do well staying in the ground. However, the longer the potatoes are left in the ground, the better the chances for rodent damage, and damaged tubers don’t store or sell well. And, they will sprout again if left in the garden too long. So, they can’t stay there indefinitely.

The potato crop is so prolific this year that he didn’t come close to finishing before it was time to move on to another job.  So, digging potatoes will be at the top of the upcoming week’s “to-do” list.

hopefully these strawberries will provide a Spring harvest





While he dug potatoes, I worked on planting some strawberry plants and working in the hoophouses. Although the heat curtailed that job before completion as well. The heat makes it hard to work, but can also damage the tiny plants. So, I'll wait for a cooler day to finish up.

tilling for lettuce





ready to plant

planting completed
This September heatwave is really beginning to wear on us. Last week’s rains are but a memory as the continued heat is causing the grass to wither. Even with near-continual irrigation, garden production has dropped off considerably. Some of that is normal “end of the season” slow down, but the lack of rain is the biggest factor.

It’s really hot for this time of year.

…and it seems like it’s been hot, too hot, for a long time.

grazing at sunset
The heat isn’t helping the animals, either. The sheep and lambs head to the pines after early morning grazing and stay there until late afternoon, coming out only for water (and when called for feed). Egg production is down as the hens just hang out in the shade or take dustbaths to beat the heat. The dogs have taken to sleeping underneath the reefer during the daylight and patrolling in the late evening and early morning. The only group that doesn’t seem to be too affected is the broilers. It doesn’t seem like much affects their appetite and ability to grow!


With the growing season winding down around us, it’s time to think toward next year. Besides putting up food for winter and checking on the progress of the 2017 lambchop crop, we’re already making notes and preparations for next year.

tomato seeds for 2017
I finally got around to processing the tomato seeds. This is a stinky, gross job that I generally put off far too long that is not made any nicer for the delay. While I realize it is possible to simply buy new seeds each year, by saving our own we are able to preserve the traits unique to the tomatoes grown here on the hill.  You can read about the process in its entirety  here.

freshly processed tomato seed

And, just like that…it was time for Market once more. The Market went off without disaster or drama (like last week’s food truck saga). As a matter of fact, the Market seemed rather “off”. The week following Labor Day seems to be historically slow. I guess everyone has a difficult time getting back in the groove after a holiday. But, all in all it was a good day. Unbelievably, we’re more than 2/3 way through the Market season. Which puts us that much closer to Winter.

Yes, the thoughts of Winter are never far from our thoughts…despite the heat and humidity that we are currently experiencing, it is obvious that it’s coming, and a lot of our activities focus on preparation for the cold, dark days ahead.
a sign of the changing seasons
Monarch butterfly
with a little assistance
it flew out of the hoophouse and off to the wild blue yonder

But, for right now it’s time to renew and recharge (and do some laundry and bake a few loaves of bread) in order to be ready for the week ahead.

Hope you’re having a Happy Sunday!


Thanks for stopping by. I hope you’ll come “visit” us again soon.
 
sunset on the hill


Sunday, May 22, 2016

Sunday Walkabout 5-22



misty sunrise 5-20

You know how I said we had experienced 17 consecutive days of rain?  Well, we are going to have to add a few to that…

It’s not that I’m complaining. I am simply reporting what happened in the past week. And, the wet weather is affecting EVERYTHING. (including any and all conversations)

However, somewhere along the way this week I heard mention of this old song…I mean really old…this rendition was recorded by Bing Crosby in 1944.

You've got to ac-centuate the positive
E-liminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between

Listen to the whole thing here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qEjufolmAY

So…with that in mind, I will attempt to focus on the positive things that happened this week…despite the numerous weather challenges.

the green beans made it!
We got through the cold snap with only the expected damage. Neither one of us could imagine that the squash plants would hold up to 37* and wind. (we were right)  We already had more plants started and should be able to re-plant next week. This will put our harvest slightly behind our target date, but that’s okay. And, we have indeed made a note not to try to hurry the season along next year.
...the squash did not



Processing broiler batch #2 went without a hitch and the chicken freezer is stocked once more. Yay!
processing broilers 5-16

























While I went to town on the feedstore run, the Boss tilled and hilled the potato garden, hoping to cut down on weed pressure and give the tubers room to grow.  The potatoes are looking great and we should be seeing blossoms soon.
potato garden 5-18


there are some BIG lambs out there!
A couple in this photo weigh well over 100# each.
Definitely NOT cute!
Did you read THIS?
It was time to work the lambs again this week. Haunted by tragic Spring lamb losses due to wet weather and parasitic overload in the past, we aren’t taking any chances with this flock. Thankfully, they are continuing to thrive. In one month, they collectively gained over 500# for the third consecutive time.

"Beebi" in her lamb tube












While “Beebi” isn’t growing quite as quickly as the others, she is indeed growing!  Her wool had finally grown back enough for her to shed her little lamb tube. She no longer looks like some strange mutant, but a regular sheep, albeit a tiny one.
"Beebi - au naturel"

For those of you who keep up with such things, I was able to get a new prescription this week and it seems to be helping. As I headed off to town to get my pills, I had to chuckle at my similarity to “Emma Brand”. If you don’t know who Emma Brand is, then you don’t know the Andy Griffith show. (and you’ve missed out on a LOT)  If you’ve got 15 minutes…watch this. 



On Thursday, the Kman came to visit for a little while. Despite the fact that he has a whole bunch of teeth coming in at once, and he took a header on the sidewalk before he left home and busted his lip, he seemed to have a good time riding on the tractor with grandpa and loving on the doggies.

he even got to steer!

Kman LOVES his doggies!

 He even “helped” me in the kitchen. He’s particularly handy with a whisk and a broom.

There were cakes to bake. Not only was it “national chocolate cake day”, it was time for the Annual Chicken BBQ for the MVFD. For eighteen years now, I have baked a cake for this event. (I'm not alone in my baking, a number of other ladies in the community make cakes for this event) This is one of the ways our community raises funds for our volunteer fire department.
I made an "extra" one for us

Things have changed a lot over the years. I remember when there used to be a carnival with rides and such and a parade of firetrucks. (that was a big event for our girls) The carnival is a thing of the past, and there was no parade this year. But, the chicken bbq (and dessert) remains a standard. However, the weather put a damper on everything this year. 

the Middlebrook General Store
sponsors Old Middlebrook Village Days


gloomy weather for the event

Because, it started raining Friday night…

the trees at the Market are beautiful,
but drippy!

another soggy Market

…making Saturday’s Market cold and soggy. Here, check out the Boss’ photos.
  https://www.facebook.com/stauntonfarmersmkt/photos/pcb.10153965815631141/10153965812481141/?type=3&theater

 But, keeping in mind my attempt to “accentuate the positive”…

We sold everything (except two bags of greens, which became supper) and even surpassed our earnings goal for the day. Can’t complain about that!

A few other positives from the week. 

The next batch of chicks arrived in good condition without incident.

Batch # 4
so sleepy!

The bigger broilers moved outside.
Batch #3 in field pen
The hoophouses are looking good.

  …and I found teeny, tiny cauliflowers in the garden!

just a few weeks until harvest!

…and we can look forward to a new and hopefully productive week.

Here’s hoping you’re having a

Happy Sunday! 

all the gloom makes us truly appreciate a sunny day (or at least a few hours)


Thanks for stopping by. Come “visit” again real soon!



Saturday, March 19, 2016

Staying Power

In just two weeks, the Staunton Farmers’ Market opens for its 24th season.

And, in just two weeks, Good Lord willing, you will find us set up in spots 15 and 16 on the front row of said Farmers’ Market…

…for the 590th time.

Yes, you did read that right.



590 Saturday Markets…

That’s a lot of EARLY Saturday mornings. That’s a lot of produce. That’s a lot of planting, picking and packing. That’s…well, that’s just a lot…of…anything!

And, it’s a pretty impressive record for people who never had any inkling of becoming farmers or Farmers’ Market vendors…
1st time as a Market vendor


When the Boss headed out to that first Market day 19 years ago, we never considered that we would still be doing the Market all these years later. 

Actually, the future wasn’t even a consideration, we weren’t real sure we could do it at all.



In retrospect, we must have been desperate to even think about trying the Farmers’ Market. We had no experience and no real guidance. No business plan and certainly no products. Talk about going outside your comfort zone!



But, the Boss was successful that first week. He sold out. It didn’t matter that our total was just $66.50. We were psyched.




We took it one Market at a time and we’ve only missed one Saturday in all those years. We have changed, evolved and grown over the past 19 seasons. It wasn’t until recently that I got to thinking just how many Markets we have attended…and how many things have changed. The Market is a far different place than it was 19 years ago. There are far more vendors, lots of different products…new people every year. The downtown is different. The atmosphere is vibrant and eclectic. The clientele has changed. There are a lot more customers! Many new and different faces.

Just like the clientele and the downtown area have evolved over time, so have we. Our product line is far different than it was at the beginning, we’re a little (no, wait...a lot) older and I’d like to think...wiser. The daughters have grown and flown and are raising their own families. Many things have changed, but the Market remains a constant.

We’ve been at the Market through hell (when our eldest daughter was in ICU for weeks) and high water (the Wharf actually flooded one week) …and every sort of weather…rain, snow, wind…and even after the Derecho.
  
rainy market day

snowman built during market

There is a great sense of satisfaction in packing up after another successful day of sales.

generally there isn't much left...

Earlier this week, we were talking to a fella who wanted to know WHY we chose the farmers market. We gave each other a knowing look and said “Desperation!” It was scary to be faced with the question of how to make this little place into a home and find a way to provide for our needs. We drew on our skills and experience growing and making our own food. By becoming Market vendors, we were able to test the waters for our business ideas without a big initial investment and get immediate feedback from the customers. This has proved invaluable over the years in order to find our direction.

But the bigger question would be why did we STAY with the Farmers’ Market?  Over the years we have seen countless vendors start and quit…often in the same season. Was it tenacity? Stubbornness? Maybe it was still desperation…?

Market stand in mid-August

Honestly, I think we found ourselves in the Market. The work is pleasant. We enjoy the interaction with the customers.  Sales are good and the income is welcome. And, this life suits us even though it is backwards from the rest of the world.

On Thursday and Friday, we actually gear UP for the weekend as we spend at least a portion of both days picking and packing for Market sales. Saturday is our biggest, busiest day of the week. No sleeping in for Market vendors! Our day starts at 4:30am and does not end when the Market closes. There is still work to do at home.  The relative relaxation of a summer Sunday is always welcome. Most folks cannot comprehend the level of commitment it takes to lead this odd lifestyle nor comprehend the amount of faith it demands. But, it is definitely rewarding.
dark start on a fall morning

One of our daughters once complained that the Market had taken over our lives.

Let’s be perfectly honest here. She was right.

At the time I was baking bread as our main Market product. (produce was going to restaurants) About 100 loaves a week. In our little kitchen. We had huge sacks of flour stored in the office, our only trips to town were for supplies, there were bread bags and labels in the living room and on baking day loaves of bread, rolls or rising bread dough sat precariously on every single flat surface in half of the house and flour hung in the air. I won’t even begin to tell you about the dirty dishes…

However, it sold. (for the most part)

And, we kept the wolf from the door and food on the table. Our daughters learned important life skills and we made friends. Life became meaningful and productive. Sales increased exponentially over the years. We developed the skills and the products to ensure year-round sales.

While it was with a great sense of relief that I eventually hung up my potholders, each Market day brings positive input and gives us a sense of purpose. That is what kept us going…that feeling of success and the encouragement from our customers, who in time became our friends. Those influences helped us keep the faith when times were really tough. The positivity was much needed respite after slogging through the pits of despair.


The Market now defines us and we thrive in our little niche in the world of Agriculture.  We have learned a tremendous amount in the past 19 years. Farm products are sold year-round, not just during the Market season. Animal husbandry and marketing have become second nature and others often come to us for advice.

We owe a debt of gratitude to all those positive people…all those cheerful, loyal customers throughout the years. We couldn’t do any of this without them. And, we truly appreciate the vision of those who started the Market years ago. It’s given us the opportunity of a lifetime. 

I am truly looking forward to the beginning of another Market season and the challenges that it will bring. 

Will we make it to another 590 Saturday Markets? Another 19 seasons? I’d like to think so. 

But…we’ll just take it like we always have…one Market at a time.


Here’s to “staying power” …


                          See you at the Market!


Thursday, March 17, 2016

County Ag



Home, sweet home is Augusta County, VA…smack-dab in the middle of ag-land.



Our county is ranked #2 in the state by agricultural sales, totaling over 232 million dollars in the last Ag census of 2012.  

There is more farmland in Augusta County than any other county in Virginia! 

1,706 farms that account for 260,137 acres. The county also ranks #1 in beef cattle and lamb and sheep production. I truly love that we are a part of those statistics. (albeit a tiny part)




So, to say that Agriculture is a big deal is somewhat of an understatement. We are surrounded by hayfields and grazing animals. Poultry barns and growing grain crops dot the landscape. It’s not unusual to see a tractor or other farm equipment on the roadways.   

...and occasionally...COWS

I guess you could say that the county has “always” been agricultural. In the nineteenth century, wheat was a major crop. The entire Valley was once referred to as the “bread basket of the Confederacy”. Today, many places still bear the names of the mills they once housed.

Walnut Grove Farm in Steele’s Tavern/Raphine was the homeplace of Cyrus McCormick. If you know Agriculture at all, you’ve heard of Cyrus. In some ways, he is the father of modern agriculture. He invented the mechanical reaper, which changed harvest for farmers everywhere. This eventually became the combine and completely revolutionize Agriculture. The company he formed went on to become International Harvester, known worldwide for their agricultural equipment.


While our personal history with the county still makes us newcomers, my ancestors were here from the very beginning. A many times great uncle, or maybe it was a far-removed cousin, John Lewis, was the first settler and his son, Thomas, laid out the streets of Staunton, which served as the county seat and the hub of commerce.  I remember visiting kin people in the area when I was a small child and it seems only fitting that we would end up here, farming on our little hill just south of town.









Livestock still outnumber humans here in the county. (and probably always will) 












But, the landscape has changed dramatically as more and more people move to this beautiful place and houses pop up on what was once productive farmland. 

more than one hayfield has become a subdivision

We have seen the changes firsthand and the impacts are felt by everyone. Once farmland is lost, it cannot be reclaimed.


unused dairy barn  

It is the intent of those who organize Ag day (and National Ag week) to encourage everyone to appreciate what impact agriculture has on our daily lives. Living here...in our beautiful county...with its deep agricultural history and thriving agricultural economy, we are blessed to be truly immersed in Ag...granting us a deep appreciation that may be lacking elsewhere.


So, on this Thursday...I’m THANKFUL that I can call Augusta County with its long agricultural heritage home.

coming into Mbrk


 Read more about Augusta County and Staunton history...