Showing posts from July, 2015

In which summertime is hot and dry, and we make pickles (and "ketchup")

Today's post is completely unfocused--we'll call it a "ketchup" post,  because there's lots of stuff to catch up on.

Farmers always want to talk about the weather, and this year, especially.  So hot and dry!

We finally had real rain a few days ago--several hours of fast, fat raindrops.

It isn't nearly enough precipitation to boost us back to our usual Swampish levels, but it helped a lot to bring down the fire danger.  So that's good.

The garden is growing like crazy, though.  Anybody wanna zucchini?

Speaking of growing, the turkeys are ginormous this year.

Since turkeys don't start add fat until 22 weeks, we need to keep them going until mid-October--

I truly hope they will fit in the oven at Thanksgiving!  Foxie has offered to exercise them for us, but I'm pretty sure that goading them into premature death by cardiac failure will not help.

What else is happening? 
Madeline came to visit!  She's on summer break from her teaching job in Texas…

In which the camera wanders around the farm to view the gardens

Oh, how far the garden has come since early days on the Farm!

The garden this year is a brag-able part of the landscape.  Our very warm, dry Spring has led to a hot dry Summer--unusual for the Swamp, and perfect for the vegetables.

The lack of snow pack in our mountains last winter was worrying to local farmers.  The lack of rain this spring has got some folks really frantic.  Our trails were closed last week during a very hot spell, but with a few spits of precipitation and some lower temps, things are open again.

Still, we look at the sky every morning, hoping for rain.  So far, not much.

The gardens are putting all that heat and light to good use.

We leave room for serendipity in the vegetable patch.  If something "volunteers" and it isn't too much in the way, we plant around it and let it grow.

As always, we have a robust crop of pigweed, an obnoxiously sturdy weed that shoots up overnight.

Monica discovered that our pigweed is actually edible (by people as well as …

In which the Renegade ride is not a simple thing for us to do

Crossing the finish line at Renegade Rendezvous with a happy healthy horse  (and a friend) isn't a task for those who crave instant gratification.

When Jim and I met ride managers Mike and Gail at the ride site back in May, 

we had a huge task in front of us:

repair or re-route more than 50 miles of trails that had been 

trashed by recent logging operations.

It was a long, hard weekend. 

We made a lot of progress.  But we weren't nearly done.
We returned to the ridecamp, 9 days before the Renegade Rendezvous event, loaded with chainsaws, hand tools, trucks and quads and horses.

Gail and Mike and their two dogs, plus Jim and me and our three dogs, plus Mike and Gail's grandson  Zach and his buddy Will, plus Patty and Henry and Joyce, plus Gail's two horses, plus Fiddle and Ariana.

First we cleared trails, then we marked them.