Hot Hot Heat

28 07 2009

Man, it is super hot here at the Mud Puddle (the car thermometer said 105 yesterday). No puddles to speak of right now. We are working hard to make sure that the plants and animals, and us, get enough shade and water throughout these long days of intense heat. Lucky for us, we can go and jump in the river to cool off. Not so for these poor plants…

Anyway, we weeded this morning around the brassicas that were planted a few weeks ago. In this particular row, we have a ton of volunteer tomatillos and peppers coming up, so they had to be pulled out gently enough not to disturb the kale and chard sprouts. While the adults worked on that, Sadie chased Cornelius ’round and ’round, and trampled some lettuce. We hope it grows stronger due to encountering some baby delivered adversity. God decided to lay in the shady patch of lettuce as well despite the “No dogs in the field” rule. What’re you gonna do? At least he didn’t tear it out of the ground, I guess.

I am done with my Saturday rotation at the winery, so I will be back to doing markets again, which I am excited about. I can’t wait to see how much stuff we have been producing recently, and to check in with all our CSA members and make sure everyone’s expectations are being met. We already have ideas on how to improve for next year, but I want to hear what the paying customers think, too.





Wed. 1/21, a hard day

21 01 2009

Today is over.  We get to breathe just a little.  Everything went really well.  All our clients were fed and happy.  Too bad Murphy wrote a law, and we got 7 more days of catering left.

It hasn’t really rained in a while.  It has been a little cold, but the afternoon temperatures are almost always in the 40s.  Everything is staying damp but not so wet.  The soil is not nearly as saturated as last year.  It sure has not rained since we put that rain gauge up.  We took this opportunity to play in the dirt, and more or less cleaned up the entire field in anticipation of this season.  But it totally needs to rain.

Here is an iphone capturing how clean our fields are.

Goats eat christmas trees.  Goats will eat anything.

Jeremy and Ashley planted 4 X 120 bed of strawberries!





Nature Runs Riot

23 09 2008

I know I have the excuse of having had a baby a few months ago, so no one blames me for the little amount of time I spent in the field from the beginning of June until now. But I have a confession to make. I kind of didn’t LIKE being in the field in the height of growing season. At first, I thought maybe it was weird post-birth hormones, or the fact that I didn’t want Sadie in the dirt and pollen, but today I read something that totally clicked for me. It suddenly made sense why I was reluctant to be as hardy of a farm-hand as I was in the beginning of the year.

I am just now reading Botany of Desire. I know, I know; I talk about Michael Pollan like he is my best friend, and I have read everything else he has written, but I somehow skipped the one that made him famous. Well, now I am reading it (and if you are like me and have managed to get through the past few years without reading it, do yourselves a favor and don’t let another year go by–READ THIS BOOK. It is fantastic!). I am almost done with it, in fact. I sped through the beginning section on apples, made particularly poignant by the fact that it is apple season around here and when we go on our morning walks, Chad and I are sampling fruit off all the trees in the neighborhood. The second section is on tulips, which was interesting to think about why we find some flowers more beautiful than others. The third section is on marijuana, and was fascinating in its discussion of why animals of all types search out consciousness altering substances. And now I am reading about potatoes.

Potatoes were one of my favorite crops here at Mud Puddle Farm this year. They were fun to plant, they were exciting to watch grow, the flowers are beautiful, and the crop was delicious. We planted 4 different types of spud, all funky heirloom varieties, all gone now (they were all smaller sizes, so harvested quicker than big potatoes, and we didn’t plant any storage varieties. We know what to do for next year, but it is depressing to have to buy boring grocery store potatoes until next July…). So it is cool to be reading about how the potato has changed and co-mingled with humans since the beginning of its cultivation. Pollan also discusses Monsanto’s genetically altered potatoes that are pest resistant. But his musings than struck closest to home with me were right at the beginning of the section when he talks about our attempts to reign in Nature. He says,

“It is only the suspension of disbelief that allows him to plant again every spring, to wade out in the season’s uncertainties. Before long, the pests will come, the storms and droughts and blights, as if to remind him just how imperfect the human power implied by those pristine rows really is.”

Before Sadie’s birth, my rows were, well, not pristine, but not overrun, either. And the plants were still “cute”–that is, they were on the small size and still needed nurturing in the hope that they would produce for us. And then I disappeared from the garden for 6 weeks. Yes, I would walk through to see what was going on, but I was more focused on the perfection I held in my arms than I was on the state of the rows. And then, when I could be back on the team, I found I really didn’t want to be.

These giant plants bore little resemblance to my “cute” plants which I started from seed. Yes, they were producing, but they were producing quantities I had no idea what to do with (even after we gave away a ton to our CSA), and the weeds and the bugs and the sun were unlike anything I had dealt with in the cooler spring weather. So, I did as little as I needed to to get by for the rest of the season. I knew I was dragging my feet, but I had this great little excuse.

Now that the weather is cooling off, and the season’s end is in sight, I find myself wanting to be out there again. And next year, I plan to be out there every step of the way, so it won’t ever feel like I am stepping back on to foreign territory. There will once again come a time when the weeds and bugs and heat will over-power us, but next year, the rows (even in their non-pristine state) will be mine.