Bibs 'n Boxers
The Farm Report
07-27-2020
This time of year is the 'lazy days of summer' time of year. It happens every year, but this one seems special. We're all in some sort of isolation - some of us (ahem!) enjoy it, and some not so much. I was thinking the other day about the comedian, Red Skelton. For you kids who might not have heard of him, look him up. He was the father of most of the jokes the comedians today are telling. Late in his life, he said, "I have reached the age where comfort exceeds vanity." Me too. I've even been thinking lately that while I'm here alone on the farm, I might switch to wearing bibs 'n boxers. My Grand Dad the blacksmith always wore bib overalls. Maybe I should try it, too. Comfort, truly, exceeds vanity in times like these. We probably should all consider the 'bib effect' and not get so uptight about things - while still protecting the things that need protecting and covering; but comfortably and with the least friction.
So here is a big old snaggy Eastern red cedar tree in my back yard. That brown limb is one which was broken off in a wind storm. It is just hanging up there. Honey Bees have been living in that tree. In fact, if you'll zoom back up to the first pic, you'll see probably the biggest swarm of honey bees you've ever seen in your life. It was so big it threatened to break off the limb they were clinging to. My guess is that the bees were coming out of the top of the broken log to form their swarm. Usually, bees don't swarm so high up in the air. Eventually they took off for parts unknown, darn it.
Out in the garden things are growing like mad. Annie and I decided it was time to pick green beans the other day. I pick them just like I pick my peas: Pull up plants and all and put them into the Ranger - and then drive them to a nice shady spot where I can sit down and pluck off the beans.
We got a fair load. These are the first beans of the season. Not nice enough for canning, but great to eat fresh.
A podcast or two to keep the brain from turning to jello, and away we go picking beans.
I had a tremendous onion crop this year. All in all, I harvested over 100 pounds of onions!
Look familiar? I do a lot of harvest prep right here in front of the shop.
So what do you do with all those onions? Eat 'em! Some I eat fresh (steamed whole with butter and you're in heaven). Some, like these, I chop and freeze for winter. I use a french fry cutter to make life go easier when I do this. Plus, when you chop onions with a french fry cutter, you can't help but laugh each time you whip an onion through the machine. It won't work if you don't have 'the conviction of your efforts' as Julia Child said. You've gotta whang 'em through with some force and muscle, and it is funny to see those onions explode into chips.
Some I dry. This is what 17 pounds of onions looks like after I've dehydrated them.
This is what 17 pounds of onions looks like dried, jarred and vacuum sealed.
Out in the tarp garden, things look great. That big bunch of plants back there is a planting of 4 egg plants. They are growing up through one of my Inman Cheap Victorian Lantern wire cages. Perfect!
The tomatoes are looking good too. Next year, which is what all gardeners say, I think I will put in a drip irrigation line for the 'maters. The tarp is great, but it makes it hard to fertilize them. With a barrel drip system like I used for the roses last year, I can add liquid fertilizer.
Over in the field garden I'm having another contest. In the same row, I have some tomato plants bedded with hay mulch, some with white poly house wrap, and some with black plastic. We'll see if there is a difference. Any way you go, though, it beats bare ground and weeding. I'm not into weeding!
If you don't have enough plastic to do the whole row, then you have a contest.
The beans and sweetcorn in the background look great, too.
Looks nice, doesn't it? Well, yes, except the heat index was 104F the day I took this pic. Summer pics like this go better in January when you have forgotten the actual cost measured in heat 'bitcoins' that it takes to go here. It enables social distancing though! Keeps out the riff-raff as my Dad used to say. It is miserable - but the corn likes it!!!
See that little dark spot on top of the false pillar? That is a barn swallow nest. They are protected and it is against the law to tear down the nests, but I wouldn't do it anyway. I like barn swallows.
You can't see them, but there are 4 babies up there. Mom and Dad catch bugs for them all day (which is a great reason to learn to like them). They swoop up and around my porch fan to bring in lunch. Mom and Dad always look to me like they are wearing little tuxedos. They fly so gracefully!
"You stupid dog." O.J. and Annie are still at it. O.J. thinks about the same as me as far as heat goes. He gets so skinny in the summers. It doesn't work for me that way, but I understand why he drops the weight. Annie was trying to impress him that her friend, 'Froggy' the toad, was inside that planter box, and she could get him to come out and play.
"He lives right in there!" she was saying. "Pffffffft," was O.J.'s answer, and he walked off. O.J. has very little interest in frogs - or toads either.
Annie gets Froggy the Toad out every day and plays with him. Have you ever watched a Texas Heeler herd a frog or a toad? It's a hoot. Annie hauls him out, in her mouth!, and puts him on the grass. She is so gentle with her mouth that Froggy apparently doesn't feel threatened and release the 'bad juice' that toads can squirt when they are in danger. Then she plays herding dog and won't let him go back into his cool hiddie hole for a while. Out in the grass, block Froggy from getting home, pitch him out in the grass again, block him again.... Every day....
"Hey, Tim! Let's go run!" This is how I start my morning just about every day now. I'm sitting on the porch bench here, trying to get my bearings and collect my thoughts while the coffee is brewing - I never have been a morning person - and Annie is ready to go! Annie is a morning person. She's wanting me to get with it so she can go on her morning run. I lived with a morning person for almost 47 years. I never did understand it. How is it possible to wake up and actually feel good in the morning? I'll never know. But Annie does!
She is so smart I can talk to her. Here is a little sample. All I have to do is mention the two favorite 'R' words in her life, and she is on point, hoppin' up and down ready to go. 1. Run, 2. Ranger.
I wish it was that easy for all of us. It isn't. But othern' that, all is well at Oakdale Farm - and summer is on the 'get out and good riddance' side of the calendar; July almost down, and August to go. Then it gets better. Cheers!
This time of year is the 'lazy days of summer' time of year. It happens every year, but this one seems special. We're all in some sort of isolation - some of us (ahem!) enjoy it, and some not so much. I was thinking the other day about the comedian, Red Skelton. For you kids who might not have heard of him, look him up. He was the father of most of the jokes the comedians today are telling. Late in his life, he said, "I have reached the age where comfort exceeds vanity." Me too. I've even been thinking lately that while I'm here alone on the farm, I might switch to wearing bibs 'n boxers. My Grand Dad the blacksmith always wore bib overalls. Maybe I should try it, too. Comfort, truly, exceeds vanity in times like these. We probably should all consider the 'bib effect' and not get so uptight about things - while still protecting the things that need protecting and covering; but comfortably and with the least friction.
So here is a big old snaggy Eastern red cedar tree in my back yard. That brown limb is one which was broken off in a wind storm. It is just hanging up there. Honey Bees have been living in that tree. In fact, if you'll zoom back up to the first pic, you'll see probably the biggest swarm of honey bees you've ever seen in your life. It was so big it threatened to break off the limb they were clinging to. My guess is that the bees were coming out of the top of the broken log to form their swarm. Usually, bees don't swarm so high up in the air. Eventually they took off for parts unknown, darn it.
Out in the garden things are growing like mad. Annie and I decided it was time to pick green beans the other day. I pick them just like I pick my peas: Pull up plants and all and put them into the Ranger - and then drive them to a nice shady spot where I can sit down and pluck off the beans.
We got a fair load. These are the first beans of the season. Not nice enough for canning, but great to eat fresh.
A podcast or two to keep the brain from turning to jello, and away we go picking beans.
I had a tremendous onion crop this year. All in all, I harvested over 100 pounds of onions!
Look familiar? I do a lot of harvest prep right here in front of the shop.
So what do you do with all those onions? Eat 'em! Some I eat fresh (steamed whole with butter and you're in heaven). Some, like these, I chop and freeze for winter. I use a french fry cutter to make life go easier when I do this. Plus, when you chop onions with a french fry cutter, you can't help but laugh each time you whip an onion through the machine. It won't work if you don't have 'the conviction of your efforts' as Julia Child said. You've gotta whang 'em through with some force and muscle, and it is funny to see those onions explode into chips.
Some I dry. This is what 17 pounds of onions looks like after I've dehydrated them.
This is what 17 pounds of onions looks like dried, jarred and vacuum sealed.
Out in the tarp garden, things look great. That big bunch of plants back there is a planting of 4 egg plants. They are growing up through one of my Inman Cheap Victorian Lantern wire cages. Perfect!
The tomatoes are looking good too. Next year, which is what all gardeners say, I think I will put in a drip irrigation line for the 'maters. The tarp is great, but it makes it hard to fertilize them. With a barrel drip system like I used for the roses last year, I can add liquid fertilizer.
Over in the field garden I'm having another contest. In the same row, I have some tomato plants bedded with hay mulch, some with white poly house wrap, and some with black plastic. We'll see if there is a difference. Any way you go, though, it beats bare ground and weeding. I'm not into weeding!
If you don't have enough plastic to do the whole row, then you have a contest.
The beans and sweetcorn in the background look great, too.
Looks nice, doesn't it? Well, yes, except the heat index was 104F the day I took this pic. Summer pics like this go better in January when you have forgotten the actual cost measured in heat 'bitcoins' that it takes to go here. It enables social distancing though! Keeps out the riff-raff as my Dad used to say. It is miserable - but the corn likes it!!!
See that little dark spot on top of the false pillar? That is a barn swallow nest. They are protected and it is against the law to tear down the nests, but I wouldn't do it anyway. I like barn swallows.
You can't see them, but there are 4 babies up there. Mom and Dad catch bugs for them all day (which is a great reason to learn to like them). They swoop up and around my porch fan to bring in lunch. Mom and Dad always look to me like they are wearing little tuxedos. They fly so gracefully!
"You stupid dog." O.J. and Annie are still at it. O.J. thinks about the same as me as far as heat goes. He gets so skinny in the summers. It doesn't work for me that way, but I understand why he drops the weight. Annie was trying to impress him that her friend, 'Froggy' the toad, was inside that planter box, and she could get him to come out and play.
"He lives right in there!" she was saying. "Pffffffft," was O.J.'s answer, and he walked off. O.J. has very little interest in frogs - or toads either.
Annie gets Froggy the Toad out every day and plays with him. Have you ever watched a Texas Heeler herd a frog or a toad? It's a hoot. Annie hauls him out, in her mouth!, and puts him on the grass. She is so gentle with her mouth that Froggy apparently doesn't feel threatened and release the 'bad juice' that toads can squirt when they are in danger. Then she plays herding dog and won't let him go back into his cool hiddie hole for a while. Out in the grass, block Froggy from getting home, pitch him out in the grass again, block him again.... Every day....
"Hey, Tim! Let's go run!" This is how I start my morning just about every day now. I'm sitting on the porch bench here, trying to get my bearings and collect my thoughts while the coffee is brewing - I never have been a morning person - and Annie is ready to go! Annie is a morning person. She's wanting me to get with it so she can go on her morning run. I lived with a morning person for almost 47 years. I never did understand it. How is it possible to wake up and actually feel good in the morning? I'll never know. But Annie does!
She is so smart I can talk to her. Here is a little sample. All I have to do is mention the two favorite 'R' words in her life, and she is on point, hoppin' up and down ready to go. 1. Run, 2. Ranger.
I wish it was that easy for all of us. It isn't. But othern' that, all is well at Oakdale Farm - and summer is on the 'get out and good riddance' side of the calendar; July almost down, and August to go. Then it gets better. Cheers!
Hi Tim. Loved your blog as usual. I am one of those morning people. I walk with a friend at 0630 every morning. It is good before it gets hot. I do laundry early and cook early. My flowers have been amazing. So much color. Have a great week! Cheryle
ReplyDeleteOh my! I could probably go walking with a friend at 6:30 in the mornings. But then we wouldn't be friends after a few mornings of that. I'm better later on in the day. Cheers and smiles!
DeleteYour response to Cheryle made me burst out laughing! Which distracted me from what I meant to say, which is that I recognize that keen look and fast reaction time. Yes, our pups have similarities. But the beans! Wouldn't yours produce more over time? And why aren't they considered 'nice enough' to can? Your onion use is inspiring. Why have I never thought of dehydrating them??? Sometimes here one can get a great deal on a 50# sack of Walla Walla Sweets, but I wasn't sure what to do with that many. You've inspired me once again.
DeleteYou are inspiring me to do a whole blog on beans! Over the years, and remember, I am an old guy with lotsa years gardening, it has been my observation that green beans produce one heavy setting and then poop out. I am also a big old guy, so bending over standing on my head picking beans in the garden is not my idea of fun. So here is my plan: I set out 4 rows of beans. I plant one row every two weeks. The beans bear at around 55 days. So (math drum roll) I can just keep replacing a row of beans every two weeks and get a HUGE crop by the end of the season. I think with much more production than trying to tease out the last bean from an old plant.
DeleteBeans are cold intolerant. My first beans were cold shocked and hence temperamental. The beans are not well polinated, so they are kinky and 'off.' Fine for fresh, but for canning, I want full formed, long straight beans which developed quickly - they are the best and easiest to cut/snap for processing.
Onions: Dehydrate them! Great in soups, broths, sauces, you name it. Super easy to dehydrate, and they last forever once you've got 'em. Buzz some up as you go into onion powder. MMMMMMMMM
So there you go. Of course, this works for me; your actual mileage may vary. But thanks for playing along!
Another Lark in the Morning here. :-) Your Annie is beautiful! And I have never seen so many onions!
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