Well, Well, Hey, Hey…

Yeah, I know it should be “Hay, Hay,” but work with me here: stuff’s happening on the farm. We’ve got the start of a hole in the ground for a well, and veteran hayer Greg Lechtenberg has his vintage tractors out haying the back forty. Our own tractor finally has its new wheels, too, and…

Closer to That Day

Just about a year ago, when we got our first actual (intentional) animals on the farm, I wrote: I know, I know, some day in the not too distant future, I’m going to be really frustrated with all this and curse myself for having taken on such an enormous project for which I am so…

When it All Comes Together

This time, we had a bit better idea of what to expect when planning a work party. I mean, we’d done it once before, right? We had volunteers. We had a whiteboard. We had coffee and pie and designated task masters for each prioritized task. We had chainsaws, weed whackers, hedge trimmers and machetes. We…

Work Party! This Sunday, June 25th

Okay – it’s on! Some of us will get started earlier, but we’ll plan to kick things off real at 10 a.m. this coming Sunday, June 25th, at 3057 7th St, Port Townsend. We’d love to have anyone and everyone who can stop by to join us, whether to pitch in for a little or…

Fathers Day on the Farm

If, last year, you’d given me a multiple choice quiz on how I would elect to spend this Fathers Day, I might have suggested Cooking waffles for friends and family Flying Hiking up some glorious mountain somewhere. Crawling around under a greasy tractor, hammering away on a bolt with a wrench as long as my…

Playing Tractor

In aviation, they say that any landing you can walk away from is a good landing. And if you can use the plane again, it’s a great landing. If those metrics transfer to tractors, I just did a great job of mowing my first field. By which I mean I didn’t die, and our tractor…

Hood St. Block Party

There are worse ways to meet the neighbors, but I suppose there are better ways, too. I’d gotten an early start into pulling out the Scotch Broom above the house pond – I figured I’d see how far I could get before my arms gave out and wanted to get to it before it got…

Happy Campers

The well’s still not started, the barn is half-wired, and the new water lines aren’t connected, but we’ve finally got our full complement of animals out on the farm for the summer. The Wyeths had been planning to get their goats and pigs set up in the brush pasture for ages, but one thing after another kept…

The Exuberance of Spring

I’ll admit it: I was terrified of what the aftermath of the utility trenching was going to look like. Three weeks ago, our southeast pasture looked like the Somme, circa 1918.  You saw the pictures, right? But the earth abides, and the exuberance of spring goes a long way toward smoothing over even recent scars….

The Torn Earth

I just couldn’t stay at the farm this morning to watch. It felt too much like watching your baby go into surgery and watching the surgeon move in with the knife. Yes, yes, those trenches and gaping holes are for infrastructure that will make the farm much more viable, more productive, and the earth will…

Time to Put Some Holes in the Ground

As spring rolls in, we’ve gotten to that point where it’s time to put some holes in the ground and pour money into them. It’s called “infrastructure,” and dang, is it expensive. But it’s going to be very important going forward, and it’ll be cheaper, better and faster if we put everything in up front….

Whispers and Plummets of Spring

The sun is nowhere near up when I’m woken by the sound of plummeting ducks. This morning, for some reason, the mallards and bufflehead that normally feed and fight over and poke around what we’ve come to call “the duck pond” have decided to relocate a little ways up the hill to “the house pond.”…