Everything's Growing - Including the Weeds: The Farm Report 07-12-2023

 Everything's Growing - Including the Weeds

The Farm Report 
07-12-2023

Yikes! 
I turned my back on the garden for just a minute, and this happened. Weeds everywhere!! What to do? Get out the trusty garden machines, of course. That red handle is my Troybilt Horse tiller.

There is a current trend in gardening to Poo Poo the use of tillers. Well, to that I say, POOOOO! Without a good way to go after Mother Nature's misplaced energy, you're sunk. A hoe and a wish might be OK for a square foot garden, but that's not me. With my big tiller and less than an hour's work, I got things back under control again.

I like calendar picture gardens as much as the next guy, but I'm also a veteran gardener. I know 'stuff' happens out there - and a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do to stay on top of it.

The beets, onions and carrots are doing great. Without a good and easy way to be the weed boss, people quickly get discouraged and quit gardening. What a shame. I say, 'Get a machine and use it!'

Of course, Mother Nature is really truly always in control. My first planting of sweetcorn didn't like the big winds that hit it. It DID like the rain, but not the wind. We're now bending over to pick sweet corn.... It tastes good though.

And yes! the Danube cherries are producing like crazy now. Danube is a cross between Balaton and Bing, as I understand it. Big, dark juice, sweet/tart. My favorite cherry.

A half hour of picking and a big pot of cherries to put into the freezer. THIS is one of the reasons why I do it.

'There's a machine for that,' to paraphrase Steve Job's words. This cherry pitter sounds like a machine gun going off when it is set up and working right. It pokes out the pit without smashing the cherry, leaving a big whole perfect cherry to float around in my pies and winter jello - or just in the dish with a bit of sugar.

Pitted and ready to bag. As an old chemical manufacturer, I always scale off my stuff. I put 450 grams of cherries into each vacuum sealed bag. In the vac bags, the cherries will be good for a year or more with no loss of anything good. I got 27 bags in the freezer before I hit the bottom of the pan.

"Tim, is this where we can start making the P jokes?"  Well, yes, Annie. We're both sort of still in permanent 5th grade, so picking and shelling peas led to more P jokes than you can tell. They're mostly 5th grade jokes, but sometimes they're Dad Jokes, too. "Pick the peas, shell 'em and then P in the yellow bucket...." You get the idea. Incredibly boring, but still, you gotta laugh when you can. "Are we gonna do all this P-ing for Beth, Tim?" Yep, mostly.

Peas are one thing that I don't think is very much better home grown than store bought frozen. They're fun to grow and they are a little bit better. They are fantastic made with a white sauce and NEW POTATOES from the garden.

Here's a 'How I Do It' tutorial. Out on the tarp garden, I have been putting ground fabric on the bottoms of the wooden squares to mark out the planting spots. To know exactly where to dig in my Dahlias, I put a stick down through the fabric right where the X crosses.

When I lift off the frame, the stick stays stuck in the ground. Thus - I know where to dig in the Dahlia.

Once planted, we can then put the 'lid' back on to stop weeds from growing - mostly.

I use my trusty knife to cut an X across where the stick hole is.

Like this.

Then when I pop the frame back on, the Dahlia is right exactly where I want it, and the hole in the ground fabric is exactly where it needs to be to let the little plant stick through.

Dahlias are brittle and tall. So, to keep them from breaking off when the wind blows 'em over, I have been using my left over tomato cages to hold it all together.

"Tim, let's not waste time on this. These are for pickles aren't they?"
 
Yep! I'm doing hydroponic dill this year. These little pots are the starters for the Kratky Pans.

A week later, and we're ready to head on up to the greenhouse with them.

They don't look like much, but time will tell. Under the pink foam board is a Walmart sweater pan full of water and nutrient solution.

The Pizza Pot is doing well. Oregano.

I have replaced some strawberry plants in the hydroponic tubes with pepper plants again this year. The root system is always amazing to me. They love it!

The strawberries this year just seem to refuse to come to a halt. I've been picking a short pint like these every two or three days since they started bearing back in April. I'm sick of 'em, frankly. Into the freezer? Make jam? Give up? Well, I never give up! So I'll find something to do with them. Now, of course, I'm challenged to see how long into the fall they'll go and still bear fruit.

Zuke's in a bag in the greenhouse. Outside, they get away from me and become zucchini baseball bats before I find them. I like these little cigar sized ones best anyway.

The roses have started. This one is 'Ring of Fire.'

Peach Swirl. It is the MOST fragrant hybrid tea rose I've ever grown.

'Don't look at me, Tim. I didn't do nuthing. I'm just mindin' my own business here.'

'Those things are Murder Mittens. She has switchblade knives hidden in those cute little paws, Tim!'

Annie and Miss Kitty live together in the shop at night, and they get along pretty well. I guess maybe that's because Miss Kitty isn't threatened by Annie Oakley one little bit - and Annie Oakley is smart enough to respect Miss Kittie's natural talents.

'O.J. wants to be left alone right now, doesn't he?'

Correct answer. O.J. doesn't suffer fools lightly, and he isn't into Public Relations events either. He'll come to you when he wants to.

So that's how it is. When it is July on the farm, and you're a 20 year old tomcat, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. A nap on the park bench might be enough for one day. Or two.

"I like attention though, Tim!' Annie Oakley is always ready for some interaction. Even when I'm not. 'Let's go out and do some stuff Tim! We're burnin' daylight, pilgrim!'

I'm another year older today. Not quite ready for the Diamond Jubilee yet, but getting closer. It is raining, and the sun will shine and get us up into the 90's today. It happens every year. Every year, it rains on my birthday. Every year. No wonder I like winter!

Other'n that, all is well at Oakdale Farm. Cheers! 

Ground Cover: The Farm Report 06-02-2023

 The Farm Report
06-02-2023

Ground Cover

Time to put out the Official Shop Flower Box flowers for the season. This is the year for marigolds.

This year, I'm using a permeable ground fabric for my weed control tool. It is non-woven 'spun' cloth made from powdered milk jugs or something like that. It resembles thin felt, and water can go through it. In years past, I've just used black plastic. It works, but I had trouble with the flowers getting enough underground moisture to let them thrive. So, New Year, New Ways.

That handy-dandy yellow tool is actually a slide hammer ice chipper my brother gave me. It works a treat to tuck the loose fabric edges down to make 'em neat and pretty.

Always better to be lucky than smart, I say. I learned that I could just jam the ground cover fabric right down on my wire cages and THEN put the whole works in place. Why didn't I think of this before?

Like This! Next step: Fire!!!

A Harbor Freight flame thrower, a new bottle of propane gas and a match, and we're ready to do some damage. I use an old piece of steel conduit for my burning tool. 

After I flame the conduit and get it good and hot, I just melt holes in the fabric (remember, the mfr says it is made from recycled plastic). Nothing to it. With the fabric down, it is easy to get the holes where I want 'em.

The plug flat tray of new marigolds got a little 'rooty' on me. Marigolds send roots down to China, and here is a look at how they do it.

One thing I like about the lowly Marigold is that they are tough as nails. I just ripped off the excess roots and pulled the plugs ready for planting.

And here once again is a look at my Homemade and Handy planting dibber. Yep, it is a broken spade handle with a piece of rebar drilled through for a foot hold. This one is perfectly sized for my plug flats.

As Red Green says, "And it's just that easy." Plunge the dibber down through the holes, drop in a plug of marigold and go to the next one. Sometimes I tamp them in a little, sometimes I don't.... Marigolds don't care.

In less than an hour, I had all ten flower boxes covered, pierced and planted. You can't beat that. Plus, the ground cover means I really don't have any weeding to worry about for the rest of the summer. I like that.

Out on the tarp garden, I'm pulling the same trick, with a twist. The tarp is waterproof. The idea is that underground moisture will find its way under to the plant roots. Last summer, it was like the Sahara Desert out here at Oakdale Farm, and we proved there is a weak link in the idea. So... This year, I pulled up the wood frames and cut out a flap just a little smaller than the wood sqaure. I stapled the same fleece like ground cover material I used for the marigolds onto the bottom of the wood squares. Now, water can freely go through the fabric if/when I want to water my plants.

After I made bigger holes for my bigger tomato plants, instead of packing in soil to cover them, I just poured on a handful (or two or three) of common sand. It packs itself around the plant and lets water go through easy. The 'maters love it.

Ahem! Last year, I bought into the idea of biodegradable net bags to start my plants in. The idea was that the net bags would break down and return to Mother Nature, and the little plants could go happily on their way. Well, BALONEY! I suppose these bags will break down and compost - someday. But not in the next decade! Every - repeat, EVERY - one of these I planted came right back out just like it was when I planted it last year. They showed no sign of being any worse for wear having been buried in the garden for a year.

Potting soil and all. I was disappointed. That's my Biggie Size bulb planter tool you're seeing, by the way. I use it to make a hole when my dibber isn't up to the job.

Just look at this mess! Anybody want a deal on a whole bunch of net grow pots? Act fast, because I know a place to put 'em, and they're going there soon.

This year, it's 'maters around the outside perimeter trained onto the cattle panel fences.

This is what sweet potato slips look like a few days after they arrive in the mail. They don't like traveling any more than I do. But like me, they survive it. I soak 'em in a pot of water for a couple of days to give them a drink and welcome them home to Oakdale Farm.

Beauregard and Georgia Jets this year. I like the flavor of Beauregards best, but Georgia Jets are  
always reliable in my 'northern' climate. They do indeed grow like jets!

This is what those exact same slips looked like a little over two weeks later. I put them into a coffee can full of Diatomaceous Earth (Fancy floor dry from O'Reilly Auto Parts - NOT the ordinary mechanic's clay floor dry!). They root like crazy. See that little stick with the notch on the end? That's my Official George the Tater Man slip planter. I'll put a little video on here so you can see how it works.

It is hard to see in the little video, but I have a nice hill mounded up for the sweet potatoes. I lay the slips out almost end to end, then as you can see, I just pop them into place. It is exactly as easy as it looks - and if you're in Permanent Fifth Grade like me, you will be giggling to yourself all the way down the row. I'm easily entertained.

A whole row in and ready to grow. My sister really likes sweet potatoes. I'm OK with them. But they are so much fun to grow. Everything brown in this pic will soon be green covered with sweet potato vines. They grow like nobody's business. (Now, if I can keep the deer and rabbits off!)

In the greenhouse, I'm converting the strawberry tubes over to become my hydroponic herb garden this year. This is celery. I did that last year and the celery loved it. I start my seeds (tiny!) in little half-inch cubes. That's the mini-blocker cube maker behind the celery pack. Then, once they're growing, I move them into bigger soil blocks. See that lighter colored one? I have discovered I can make up extra soil blocks and just let them dry. Later, when I need a few, I have a box full ready to go.

The roots do sorta grow together if I wait too long to transplant, so I just use a good sharp knife and cut them loose.

36 plugs of celery ready to grow up into hydroponic net pots.

Basil is another tried and true hydroponic lover. I like to make my own pesto, and fresh basil is key!

This year, the pizza lover in me started some oregano starts. Same drill: Half inch mini blocks to see which seeds really want to grow, then the winners get to move on up into bigger blocks for transplanting later into the hydroponic net pots.

Dill! Yes! I have read that dill loves to be grown hydroponically. Why not? So, again, little mini blocks to get started. That's my home made 'scoopula' full of DE to cover the seeds. I put my mini blocks in a small wicking tray to get them going. There is water in the pan underneath the one you're seeing. That way I don't have to worry about the little baby blocks drying out.
 

As the late E.B. White said, "One man's pain is another man's pleasure." This pot had a broken ear - or nose or lip or something. Anyway, it had been pitched toward the garbage heap. I rescued it, and am intending to make it a wicking marjoram pot.

Hole in bottom will accept wicking material. In my case (since I'm a cheapskate) the wicking material is a piece of cast off Walmart polyester polar fleece blanket.

Wick installed and ready for filling.

Inside, I pull up extra material so there's plenty of surface area for the capillary action to happen.

Filled with Pro Mix and ready for sets. Once it is set with marjoram (or something) I will water it in, and then set the whole shebang on top of a five gallon bucket filled with water. It becomes a self-watering pot.

Have you ever heard a cat puke? Well, if have you know the sound. If you haven't, it sounds like the cat has been possessed by an evil spirit from a bad Svengoolie movie skit. It is an unmistakable horrible sound. Also, once that sound gets your attention, you do NOT have time to evacuate said cat from the premises before URP!/UPCHUCK  and the whole works spews out. And I hadn't even had coffee yet. And how does a cat know which Persian rug is the one with the most expensive silk and pure wool weave - the hand tied one? Why not puke on a cheap rug? Oh No! That would be beneath the station of the King Of Oakdale Farm. He must puke on the good stuff.  Cripes!

Miss Kitty says, "Don't even think about blaming me for that. I use this cheap shop rug for my nest, and it's just fine. I even keep my sword hands curled up just to be nice. Buzz off."

So, here's another view of 'Ground Cover' that I like. The Timber is so pretty this time of year. In a few weeks, it will be like a jungle sauna in there, and I won't go anymore until fall. Right now, it is gorgeous. Sometimes, I even see some wild turkeys when I go down this lane.

All for now. All is well - and all is cleaned up! O.J. is fine. Only the rabbit's hair was ruined in the making of this blog. See you next time.