Friday, August 27, 2010

Counting of blessings



The garden was possibly our least productive, for the effort going into it, of the last 35 years. This was the result of what we think of as winter extending into mid-June, causing planting delays and crop failures. The soil, in its depths, has never really warmed up, and went, in the suddenly hot weather straight from a cold brown soup to a hard iron-like consistency that resists watering. Flats, in the house, grow tunnel, or potting shed resisted germination as well.

That said, some things did well: sunchokes, lettuce, broccoli, chard, kale, cabbage, favas, peas, comfrey, perennial spices, potatoes (though small), zucchini (oddly enough). Some things did okay: the fifth planting of green beans, the fourth planting of runner beans (very small crop), cucumbers (one of three plantings). A small field of dry beans will make it. Tomatoes eventually established themselves but are very slow to redden, in spite of a hot July and August. Winter squash and corn are almost a complete disaster, eggplants and peppers little better. Spinach, beets, radishes, carrots, parsnips, and turnips all failed.

How the heck do you have a crop failure of radishes?

Figs, cherries, quinces, plums, persimmons, nectarines, peaches, pears, and filberts made no crop. Some of these are young and no crop was expected, but the plums are a sad disappointment. We are gathering apples from half the apple trees and collecting all the blackberries we have time to pick. Blueberries are new but had a good year; however, two of them are dying. One peach and one plum died and were removed; all the other new trees survived. There might not be any canning done this year other than some applesauce. Alternatively, a lot of vegetable leaves have been dehydrated and crumbled; this makes a nutritious add-on to soups, breads, and assorted dishes such as potatoes or pasta, and can be given as gifts in jelly jars.

Kiwis and most of the hops made it through the summer. They are new and very small as yet. The grapes are doing well, as usual -- our steadiest crop.


The Ancona ducks managed to hatch three newbies, who are doing well. If we had penned a duck with a clutch she might have raised many more. We blew out fifty-three goose eggs for psanki. Poultry in general had a good year and eggs were superabundant year-round.


With relatively little to do on the farm, we concentrated more on physical plant.The grow tunnel was taken down in the garden to set up by the barn, but it looks like we will skip a year. We added a room to the house (mudroom, former front porch), set up and furnished the downstairs bedroom for guests, rebuilt the entryway ceiling which was falling in, rebuilt the potting shed, cleaned out the upper barn, and coated (most of, so far) the house roof with white roofing compound. Painting goes on in a desultory fashion. Firewooding has gone well. We got in a generous supply of used building materials, some of which went directly into the mudroom construction. We updated the living room and are no longer too embarassed to have visitors.

Synchronized paddles!

Risa has met a couple of personal goals: she paddled from Eugene to Portland on the Willamette River and started a post-apocalyptic novel (blovel) that is up to twenty-six chapters. She also got up to the wilderness areas twice (hopes to go twice more), made it to the beach once, and has done some volunteering at a state park. Friends came over to watch for the Perseids (mostly we all fell asleep). Risa and Beloved had a short vacation at a mountain cabin, with a day trip to Crater Lake. Fishing went well and there are lots of trout in the freezer. Beloved's job looks like it will be good for another year, barring a spectacular city-budget blowout.

Planned for the next year, "God-willin'-an'-th'-crick-don't-rise": finish the roof, do the same for the barn roofs, rebuild the grow tunnel, pour a floor in half the upper barn (for goats or a small Dexter cow and calf or pigs, depending), develop the second well for irrigation, improve the seed-sprouting arrangements. Move the goumi plants inside the deer fence and plant tea (camellia sinensis). Fix the kitchen sink (bucket brigade at present). Finish insulation under the house. Paddle with Granddaughter. Paddle the river again, with Daughter. Go see family back East, via train. Wipe out Daughter's school debt. Make wine (instead of vinegar; we have plenty now!). Have a little bit of coffee by the fire and count our blessings.

Particularly the coffee and counting of blessings.

8 comments:

  1. Anonymous1:27 PM

    Hmm, somehow I had it in my head you were up by the gorge, padding southwards. Goodness knows how that idea got in there. I have the worst time remembering that the Willamette flows north, being so accustomed to illogically thinking of north as Up (there, in the sky!)... No wonder I'm lousy at compass directions, and really hate people who tell me to "turn east and drive about two miles, then turn south ...." just say right or left, dammit.
    Sounds like a good summer, overall, but I hope the winter won't be too lean, with so few roots and squashes to store, and no canning.
    I really like the Ball Blue Book recipe for blackberries in framboise. I never have framboise; this year I used a combination of apple brandy and homemade raspberry vodka. There's always at least three half pints worth of syrup left over, far too flavorful to throw out, so I add a little more blackberry juice, bit of lemon juice, simmer the spices in there a little longer, and can it as jelly, which I call brandied blackberry jelly. It's wonderful. Unless you double it (which is worth doing, if only to use the canner more efficiently), the recipe doesn't make a lot, but for the occasional treat or gift, it's lovely, served warm over (faux, in my case) vanilla ice cream.
    My current goal is to make damn sure we're prepared to be snowed in again, should that 2008 snowstorm re-occur (slim chance, no doubt, but better safe ... Besides which, unlike apparently everyone else in this half of the state, including the unfortunate horses whose barns fell on them, I liked being snowed in. Apart from running out of dish soap. It helped that we didn't lose power.)
    Enjoy the coffee and blessings.
    NM

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  2. Yes, one of the few north-running rivers. Beloved commandeers all blackberries and blueberries for her morning yogurt, so we try to keep her supplied year-round.

    For us, the main danger of being snowed in is if the power goes off and stays off. We keep a lot of water on hand and also have a pitcher pump for more extended emergencies. The creek will do for the poultry and flushing. But it certainly makes things pretty ...

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  3. Anonymous4:54 PM

    I miss yogurt. Also parmesan and Tillamook sharp cheddar. But am profoundly glad to have had give up dairy rather than gluten. Yes, the snow was beautiful and a novelty; a lot of fun. But what I loved the most was the enforced stillness. I spend so damn much time rushing here, rushing there, and trying to cram too many activities into too little time -- could not do that. Husband was building a rocking horse for his sister; I was working on the computer from home, and we took little breaks to look at the snow. Had the quietest Christmas ever, since we couldn't make it down to the big family gathering for which I generally half kill myself cooking. We hiked through the snow a mile to the little convenience store, where we found everything we wanted (!), stopped at the local bird feed place for 10 pounds of seed, which we were out of, then back home. Had to decide the gifts we'd already bought were sufficient; I couldn't go through my usual (ridiculous) last-minute freak out of thinking I'd better pick up more stocking stuffers. The garden was buried, but the sorrel growing in a pot was miraculously fine, so I made raviolis for Christmas dinner, with sauce I'd canned the previous summer -- it was all, just -- blissful.
    And then the weekend came, and I scrambled madly for the late family gathering, and all was back to usual! : D
    But ever since, I've been looking wistfully back.
    Yeah, imposing stillness on myself comes to mind as a suggestion.
    Losing power for an extended time would be a lot less fun. Not to mention ruining everything in the freezer, if it's in a warm spot. Goal for the next house is a wood stove and a hand pump. (That's one thing about city water; it stays on, assuming the city is functioning).
    NM

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  4. It sounds so restful! You could write a whole book about that one Christmas. We spend that kind of weather beating on the water buckets and ponds for the poultry with an axe. But I guess that's our idea of a good time. ;)

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  5. Anonymous8:38 PM

    [Lonni says] I've heard it is hard to find a decently bred Dexter cow in this area, because people keep them as pets and don't breed for either function or breed conformation. So look well, oh Risa, and find a likely heifer (check that bag, nice and big, good teats and no extras.)

    Me, I've been looking at goats ... I just like them. They're very personable.

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  6. If I go look at one of these I'll be sure to bring ya with me. Maybe we should think about a group buy on goats?

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  7. Risa, what kind of 'perennial spices' do you grow? And how hardy is camellia sinensis? Would it grow in zone 7, do you know?

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  8. Umm, lemme see .. parsley. Sage. Rosemary ... thyme (no, really!). And chives -- marjoram -- and in the same bed we have garlic, leeks, and basil, this year. The leeks did pretty badly but the garlic was splendid. Oh, and cilantro is out there, and some celery.

    Zone 7 is specifically mentioned by several suppliers. Y'better get some!

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