I’d like to say that it was a long hot summer that kept me away from writing but to do so would not exactly be the truth. This first summer on the farm was a busy one with a long learning curve. Projects everywhere… growing fruit and vegetables is one thing but finding time to do something with the harvest is another. I lost the war with gopher control and realize that living with these rodents will be very much like living with the demonic deer in Twain Harte.
I did manage to resurrect my skills in the art of canning… pickled beets, strawberry preserves, pickled peppers, and tomato sauce. During the long winter, all of these will be reminders of the glorious feeling of warm sun on my back and the joy of walking into the garden each morning to see what had ripened overnight. What I’ve learned is that overplanting can be intimidating when one only has a limited amount of time to deal with a prolific crop. How many eggplants can I eat in a week?? So my fall and winter garden is much more reasonable for a family of one.
As I became comfortable with caring for chickens, I increased their ability to roam and allowed them to truly be free range. Unfortunately, they quickly learned how to scurry under the pasture gate and my vertical sunflower garden became horizontal overnight. The demand for farm fresh eggs has increased so much that I brought four more hens into the fold a month ago. That was an experience! Each flock kept to itself, refused to blend, and claimed its own area of the henyard. Literally lots of henpecking going on as they jockeyed for position within the fold but eventually they became one. Now, when I walk into the pasture, ten hens start their half-run/half-fly/half-waddle toward me and I feel like a nursery school teacher entering a school yard!
Ironically, as the demands of my farm increased this summer so did my business. I expressed my creative energy in the form of gardening, planning, and summer living; writing took a backseat. However, now that the shorter days of Autumn are here and the outdoor work begins to decline, I long for the opportunity to write again… to sit in the quiet bubble where the words just flow like water.
I have missed your updates and enjoyed this one very much. I heard Bob Tanem say in his gardening program that dry ice dropped into the hole will take care of gophers. You may want to start taking some of your produce to the local farmers market to sell! Can’t wait to see your place!
So happy you are back! Your reports made me smile and brought the foothill sunshine into my life. Is there a local food bank that would welcome your surplus?