Oh, the predictably unpredictable life of farming.
We won't be selling our (delicious) chicken at the farmer's market this year due to licensing requirements. It's long and complicated, and I see the reason behind it, but we aren't big enough farmers to eat the cost of the license right now. Maybe in a year or two.
Our onion crop is nearly a total loss. Between the baby, the warm spring, the wet May, and our other projects, we don't have much to show for all the onions we planted. Hey, it happens.
The potato crop currently stands at 240 pounds, split equally between red and white potatoes. This may be our best crop ever, despite the weeds. I spent two early, early mornings digging on my own, as the wee ones can't be trusted out at Purgatory Ranch yet.
Purgatory Ranch will probably be allowed to lie fallow next year. Getting out there to weed has been nearly impossible this year, and we must spend our time as best we can. Maybe, when the babies are bigger, we will return, but for now we must reduce.
Strawberries are growing, but slowly. The heat has slowed down the formation of berries. The new strawberry bed is planted, drip hose laid, and mulched.
All our long term projects have taken serious time away from the current garden. The above new strawberry bed as well as 50 new grape vines will pay off in the future, but this year, we are simply behind.
I also forget that no matter how lovely our baby is, between her mobility and needs and her brother's developmental issues (a story for another day), we are behind. I can't tackle my usual projects, which leaves more for James, and he can only do so much, as heroic as he is.
Garlic leaves are browning, so it's time to gather in that harvest as well. I hope it does not disappoint.
This probably reads as a long, drawn out complaint, but I don't mean to complain. We have been blessed abundantly by our Creator this year, as in past years. There will be plenty of produce to gather; and we are all healthy; and our farm is just changing!
Until next time, remember, this is not paradise. It's Purgatory Ranch.
We won't be selling our (delicious) chicken at the farmer's market this year due to licensing requirements. It's long and complicated, and I see the reason behind it, but we aren't big enough farmers to eat the cost of the license right now. Maybe in a year or two.
Our onion crop is nearly a total loss. Between the baby, the warm spring, the wet May, and our other projects, we don't have much to show for all the onions we planted. Hey, it happens.
The potato crop currently stands at 240 pounds, split equally between red and white potatoes. This may be our best crop ever, despite the weeds. I spent two early, early mornings digging on my own, as the wee ones can't be trusted out at Purgatory Ranch yet.
Purgatory Ranch will probably be allowed to lie fallow next year. Getting out there to weed has been nearly impossible this year, and we must spend our time as best we can. Maybe, when the babies are bigger, we will return, but for now we must reduce.
Strawberries are growing, but slowly. The heat has slowed down the formation of berries. The new strawberry bed is planted, drip hose laid, and mulched.
All our long term projects have taken serious time away from the current garden. The above new strawberry bed as well as 50 new grape vines will pay off in the future, but this year, we are simply behind.
I also forget that no matter how lovely our baby is, between her mobility and needs and her brother's developmental issues (a story for another day), we are behind. I can't tackle my usual projects, which leaves more for James, and he can only do so much, as heroic as he is.
Garlic leaves are browning, so it's time to gather in that harvest as well. I hope it does not disappoint.
This probably reads as a long, drawn out complaint, but I don't mean to complain. We have been blessed abundantly by our Creator this year, as in past years. There will be plenty of produce to gather; and we are all healthy; and our farm is just changing!
Until next time, remember, this is not paradise. It's Purgatory Ranch.
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