Thursday, December 22, 2022

Merry Christmas To All: The Farm Report 12-23-2022

 Merry Christmas To All
The Farm Report

Merry Christmas to all! This will probably be my final Farm Report for the year, so I'll end it up with an activity report, and cheery best wishes from us to you. Earlier on, Annie Oakley and I got the big log splitter polished up and delivered to 'Picnic Point' in the timber ready to split wood again. My Green Door cellar project delayed the wood business so I'm behind - what else is new?

Thanksgiving came and went, and my grand kids (and their parents) came visiting for turkey day. Somehow, Annie convinced my Grand Daughter to drive her around the farm really really fast in the Ranger, and do dangerous driving all the way. They had a ball! However, ahem..., somehow Annie forgot to tell Evie when they were about to smack into something and the tie rod (above) took a turn for the worse. For those who are not mechanics in the readership, this rod should be straight - absolutely straight. Annie ain't sayin' - and I ain't askin'. Fun is fun, and the Ranger is repaired and back on the road again. No need for any questions. If one of my boys had been driving, I would have killed him! Grand Daughters are different though.

In the spring time, around the middle of April here, we hunt Morel mushrooms. These white ones grow in the cool October/November times. I think - I think!? - they are what is called Oyster Mushrooms. The books say they are delicious to eat. I think I am not going to try them though until somebody else who KNOWS! goes first. The timber is full of them. Do I have any readers who can help? Please.

While I was out inspecting mushrooms, Annie and her buddy, Ron, were poking up an old hollow oak tree. Annie was sure - well actually I think they were both sure - that there was something up in there and they were both hoping it would come out to play. No soap....

I love cutting and splitting wood to have on hand to burn and heat my shop and house. Annie is a big fan of the 'going to the timber and cutting' part. She's not so much on the splitting, and she really thinks stacking is the most boring thing in the world - other than watching me type this blog.

After I regained consciousness following a major turkey overload, we got out to the garden to get the garlic planted. Garlic planted in the fall is the best! It grows when you don't think it will, and it will be the first thing up in the spring. You can take a snipper and cut off the little garlic grass sticking out of the snow in March to make the best cottage cheese you've ever tasted. Beats the heck out of chives for me. There's still time, if you haven't. Some of this came from a sack I got at Walmart. No excuses please! Go plant some.

The last of the hydroponic celery has been pulled and packed into the fridge for use later. I will definitely grow celery in the tubes again. It timed out perfectly. As soon as the strawberries said to heck with it when the heat started rising, I pulled the spent plants (by then we were all sick of strawberries anyway) and put in celery - which tolerated the heat and laughed on into the fall chills. Because I was able to leave the roots in their little net pot when I packed them for the fridge, the plants don't know they are dead. In fact, they aren't. So they last a long long time in storage.

Did you say Horseradish?! Dug with the tractor and plow. It is amazing. I'm treating horseradish just like I'm treating the strawberry plants. To me, they are ANNUALS. I pull 'em every year and replant every year. NUTS! to that business of planting and not harvesting for 2 years. PHOEY! Annuals, I say (even if they really are perennials). Remember, I just appear to be patient.


This is a whole wheelbarrow full of horseradish. Annie doesn't like it one bit. Yes, she tried it. No, she isn't going to change her mind. It was a definitive experience.

Fall Plowin' done. For everything else here at Oakdale Farm, we do 'no-till' farming. But for my garden, which becomes a mess by the end of the season, I like to turn it over and get it all smoothed up. I then plant a cover crop to build the soil for the next year. It keeps me off the streets and outa the bars....

Part of the fun is having little Henry Ford 8N and a 2 bottom plow to do it with. 

We have a deer herd here that looks like it crossed with some beef cattle at some point. There were 3 deer in a group of 6 or 8 the other morning that looked like big brown steers with antlers. See the scuffs in the snow? That is where Mr. Big raked his antlers to show Mrs. Deer where he had been, and invited her to come to the party. This guy is serious! I just hope he is more Romeo and less Harvey Weinstein. Mother nature has her ways though.

The cool days of fall are great for smoking meat. I have discovered the wonders of 'Double Smoked' bacon. Bacon, by any other name, is God's gift to man. But when you bundle it up, coat it with some black pepper and put it into the smoker for the day, it is a blessing from Heaven and more! Try it if you have the stuff. You'll love it.

I have tried to keep my 'professional life' away from the Farm Reports. I don't know why - I just think Farm Report folks might not enjoy furniture maker's stories so much. Anyway, here is a special rattle I made and sent to my new German AFS Grand Son. I learned to turn balls and rings from the Dean of the Royal Society of Ornamental Hardwood and Ivory Turners himself, Bill Jones. At one point in his life, Bill turned ivory billiard balls. It was done by hand on an ordinary wood lathe. It is a special, special, skill. It is also an applied geometry trick, and Bill showed me how to do it.

When Prince William was born, Bill was commissioned by the Royal Society to make a gift for him. Bill made one of these rattles. The teething ring and the ball are both ivory. Mine are made of a material called Alternative Ivory - which is a man made substitute. It looks and feels exactly like the real thing. It is hard as the real thing, and it is as difficult to turn as the real thing.  Bill did so much for the preservation of elephants and discouraged the use of real ivory for ornamental work. He was granted an exemption from the prohibition on trading real ivory so he could use his stock of old ivory, if he wanted. He made a special piece for Joyce on our 25th wedding anniversary.

Bill Jones' ivory rattle is the one in the book - Notes from the Turning Shop. Mine is the one with the wood handle and fitting. Just to keep this in bounds for the Farm Report, the wood is hedge. Osage Orange. Beau d'Ark. I grow it here on the farm. So it has a special attachment to Oakdale Farm. It is a wonderful wood to turn. Sometimes it is now called North American Ebony. It is hard as iron, can hardly float, and is an oily wood that polishes extremely well.

The first time out - I hadn't turned one of these for 15 years - it wasn't quite as perfect as I wanted for my new Grand Son. What to do? Christmas tree ornaments! The balls are hollowed out and they have jingle bells inside. How do I do that? It's a trick, but I can't tell because of Guild Rules....

Another wild turkey bit the dust, too this past spring. More 'Spur-Rings' for a special little gal who hunts 'em in my timber.

So that's about it. Annie obviously enjoyed Thanksgiving with my family. Belly rubs ad infinitum!

O.J. just wants a warm lap and to be left alone while he dreams of catching mice in the weeds.

And Annie Oakley and I are both settled in for a long winter's nap in front of the fire.

All is well at Oakdale Farm. Cheers, and Merry Christmas to all - and to all a good night!

Tuesday, November 15, 2022

The Green Door: The Farm Report 11-15-2022

 The Green Door

The Farm Report

What's behind the Green Door? A heck of a lot of detail work! This is the finished outside door on my Grandpa's root cellar/storm cave. I've spent quite a lot of time getting this project finished, and I've had a number of questions about it too. So, I thought I'd just do a whole blog post on it and let you follow along as I built it.

Here is where the project started. This old 'Cave' as we always called it, was just a few steps away from the old house where I grew up. That house had no basement, so there wasn't any place to store food like canned goods, potatoes or apples, etc. There also was no place to go duck when a tornado threatened. Out here, they do, and pretty often! Ask Dorothy.

After lots of family discussions, we have all pretty much agreed that this must have been dug at about the same time that my house was built. Make that 1903. Why? The old house that isn't there anymore was moved from where my house is now to the 'new' site. We think the well, which is just out of camera view, and the cave were made at the same time. The quality of the masonry construction is superb. It was made by tradesmen, who would have been on hand to do the house project.

Over the years, the original outside door fell apart. The original wood framing members were still hanging around, but the door had been replaced by a piece of plywood.

From that to this. I'm risking breaking my arm patting myself on the back, but I think the new door came out pretty good. We'll need to pour a new concrete stoop next spring.

First things first, though. These caves needed a vent to keep the air fresh and to provide a little air circulation. The original clay tile vent pipe had been removed a long time ago. I didn't want to risk being down in that cellar without venting. It could become a CO2 death trap. That happens, and it is dangerous. So, first we attended to the vent. Oh, and just for reference, the cave extends about 2 more feet behind that vent tube toward the left of the pic! The cave is about 8ft by 12ft with a domed ceiling and deep. When I'm standing in the bottom of the cave room, my head is below ground level. It is about 12 feet down from this vent tube. The concrete work around the door is just the ante room and the steps.

Not everybody would use a Class A stainless steel chimney for their cave vent. I happened to have the pipe from salvaging another project. So...why not!? My brother came out to the farm and we conjured and witched to find the spot where the old clay tile vent tube should have emerged from the ground. We poked around and did a little test digging and 'Presto!' we found the original remains.

After some judicious digging and fitting, we put in the stainless tube. It is about twice as long as what you can see. We poured ordinary dry builder's sand around it to seat it in place.

Then we put soil and sod back over it to finish it off. Annie was bored with the project, but she couldn't stay away. She new there weren't any mice down there, but when somebody is digging, she's in! I also had the stainless steel bird/rain cap, so we finished off the vent in Fifth Avenue style.

After the original wood plates were stripped off the concrete, we discovered the original anchor bolts were still in good shape. A little strategically placed heat and a bit of brute force and the old square nuts turned off like magic.

I used a Vice Grip pliers to hold the bolt shaft while I turned the old nut off.

And here's proof they don't make 'em like they used to. There was a little concrete 'squeeze out' left from when the original plates were set in the wet concrete. I thought I'd just take a cold chisel and hammer and clean off that excess so I'd have a nice flat surface to mount my new plates to. Well! That concrete is hard as granite!!! I tapped and tapped, then pounded and pounded, then slugged and slugged until my arm was sore. I finally just called it close enough. No wonder the old cave is still in like-new condition.

It isn't 1903 anymore. We have great new adhesives now that the old guys didn't even know about. I decided to set my new plates in a generous layer of 'Liquid Nails' construction adhesive instead of mortar. It is waterproof, bonds the wood and concrete together, and seals everything in place.

Here is the first set of plates down and tight.

So here's a little carpenter's secret. I didn't want the anchor bolts to be exposed, and I wanted to make a 'ledge' for the door to seat into for a better seal. I countersunk a blind hole on the underside of the new top plate so the anchor bold and nut would have a place to hide. You can see the anchor bolt which is screwed down tight, and the underside of the new top plate with the blind hole drilled into it. 

Same shot, with the new top plate flipped over and in place hiding the anchor bolts - and protecting them from weather. Always test fit your work before you apply glue!

I did not pose this picture. I absolutely promise that I did not pose this picture! Annie Oakley has been my job boss on this whole project. When I set the new base plate it was obvious I had made a little mistake. She saw this from her seat in her Ranger and hopped out to come do a close inspection. She SAW my error! I repeat: I did not make this up.

"Tim. You can do better than this. You're a professional wood worker." She looked up at me with this expression on her face, and I felt like a school boy caught cheating in class. I did not make this up. I was at least as disappointed in the error as Annie was, but I know how to fix my goofs, and we'll take care of this later. Nobody - except me and Annie - will ever know.

I did pose Annie for this pic. After I got the top plates glued and screwed down tight, we both breathed a sigh of relief and went home to make the door frame. We are both pleased with the new frame and plates.

I'm using up the metal left overs from my roof project for the skin on the cave door. I made a wood frame in my shop because it is so much easier to do there. I also used too many hinges, but remember - I live where the wind does blow! And the door will undoubtedly catch the wind sometime and try to go sailing. Overbuild, underuse....

I used too-big hinges so I had plenty of iron to fasten to. A little black smithing, and I bent the hinge legs over so I could have a screw holding from a different vector angle. I grew up here, and I know what wind can do.

Fitting doors is hard to do. It is even harder to do when you're working by yourself and you can't see what's going on underneath the steel skin. Solution? fit the door without the skin first! Another pet peeve of mine is doors and drawers that drag. Doors and drawers that fit too tight have been one of my signature gripes all my working career. Antique furniture sags and drags. Then folks start using their shoulders and hips to close the doors. Eventually, the cabinet breaks and I get a job. So...I left a big gap all around and allowed for the door to sag as it gets older without being able to drag.  It has a nice smooth movement, and I have engineered it to seal on the bottom edges, not on the sides.

Skin on, and Annie was ready for the end of the day. 

The next day we went back and finished facing out all the exposed wood with metal flashings. Now, there is absolutely no wood exposed to light or water. There are no joints which can be rained in or on, and this project should last another 120 years. So, in 2142, she might need a new 'un. I wish I could be around to see. I remember as a boy that the concrete work was mostly covered with soil. Over the years that soil has washed away. We're already making plans to bring in new soil and a machine to cover and berm up all the concrete like it used to be.

What will we use the cave for now? Who knows. It was just too good to let it go. Here are some amaryllis and canna lilies I dug which I will put down in there for cold winter storage. I have my potatoes stored away in another place for this year. Next year, though! I'll store my potatoes, carrots, beets and whatever down in the old cave.

This is a canna lily root. The horizontal one is the part I paid $15.00 for last spring. Every one of the vertical ones will make a new start next spring. This isn't a money making project, but when you can store your bulbs overwinter in a cold root cellar, you can multiply your work pretty cheaply!

The season has closed in for sure now. These are my Gypsy broccoli plants. 

And this is why I love Gypsy broccoli. It was still growing new broccoli heads right up until the plants just froze off. This last treat is special. You've never tasted anything so delicious as the last cold-grown broccoli of the season. Eliot Coleman says that 'sugar is Mother Nature's antifreeze.' He's right. The last Gypsy broccoli is tender, juicy, mild and sweet. Next year!

They're still at it. OJ likes to pick up where I leave off in the mornings. Apparently the blankets are still nice and warm for him. Annie wants attention - even from OJ. She thinks that if she rolls over on her back and slides in he'll be nice to her. Watch OJ's ears in these pics. They tell the whole story. Also, watch Annie's eyes. She's getting to be an older but wiser girl now!

"This isn't going good, Tim!"

"He's sticking his paw out at me!"

When OJ started to spread his kitty toes out to make his Tomcat claws ready to attack and raised his head so he could look Annie right in the eye, Annie decided it was an O.S. moment and got the heck outta there! She's a wise girl.

So that's the Green Door project. All is well at Oakdale Farm. Eat more turkey!