It’s time for another progress report from the farm. Last week saw us with nasty weather, plus a birthday and a wedding, so the farm sort of had to look after itself for a while. That’s one joy of no livestock. You can take a day off if necessary.
So, what did they do without me? Well, here’s the alien seed pod pretending to be a rhubarb. I’m 5’11” and that is nearly up past my ears. Wow.
Everything is well up now and tonight, once it cools off, I will spend considerable time watering and fertilizing. Actually, I’m just the union labor. Here’s a pic of my supervisor taking the situation to the board.
So, that’s all for today, but I should have more to report in a few days. Until then, may your days be blessed with sunshine and happy smiling people.
Well, it’s time for another update from Brier Rose Farm. (No, not a bit pretentious, not me. hee hee hee) This past week saw a few delays, but we managed to get back on track. Tomorrow I hope to finish the fence. You know, keep the dogs and rabbits out and that wild bunch of strawberries in.
Once that fence is finished, then these guys go inside out of harm’s way. This pic shows only half of them. I’ll be up to my neck in cukes in just a few weeks.
Now on to a ROW80 check-in.
This week I managed to hit 1500 words, making up a bit for last week. Shooting for another thousand words this coming week.
I will admit this is pretty small compared to my usual output, but it is only meant to keep my hand in while I concentrate on other things. I expect there will be no farming to do in December, January, and February. Perhaps even most of March. I’ll put the push on the writing then to catch up a bit before next season.
Well, that’s it for today. Drop me a line and let me know how you’re getting on. I do love to hear from you all.
The time has come. I have faced food rotting in my fridge far too often lately. Sadly, we have reached the stage of, buy it, eat it now. We are an isolated island in the North Atlantic and food travels a long way to get here. Too long.
Newfoundland was once self sufficient in the food department. It is time to get back to those roots. (pun intended) So, we have begun. We have a fair sized lot, let’s see what we can do with it. Welcome to Brier Rose Farm, the beginning.
The soil is too poor on our lot so we will be constructing raised bed and green houses. Yes, my darlings, we have a plan. We have already staked out the future gardens. I will be keeping a record of our efforts on this blog. Thus the new name.
This is going to be such fun. Any advice, ideas, suggestions, etc. Will be welcomed. Come on, you can make a farmer out of me, sure you can. tee hee hee