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.”…

New Kids on the Block

Okay, I’ll stop with the updates already. But one more before I go: In addition to all the chestnuts and fruit trees that went in this week, the farm got one other very important addition: our first goats have arrived! Mark and Nancy will be using the south bay of the barn and the surrounding…

Work Party!

“Life is so very good on certain days that one almost lives in fear of having to pay for it in full.” -Ken Millar, letter to Eudora Welty

Those who have traveled with me know that I tend to live toward my future…

Treeees!!!

They’re Heeeeeere! The trees, that is. So are Logan, Lacey and Shay, who’ve come up from Eugene to put 100(!) chestnut trees in the upper pasture, along with an assortment of apricot, peach and plum down by the house….

Winter

Hey all – yeah, it’s been quiet. I’ve been away on the ship since December and have fallen behind with farm-related work, what can I say? But things are starting to heat up. Next week, if things go according to plan, we’re going to finally, finally, finally get started on digging the well. And Logan, Lacy and…

Hanging out with my peeps

I love love love the barn swallows everywhere. Every day at dusk there’s a funnel of them swooping and spinning over the house pond. Yeah, they’re being useful, eating mosquitos, but also they’re just so damned gorgeous. Being barn swallows, most of them had the good sense to build their mud-daubed nests in or on…

The Girls Are Here!

With the arrival of Lolly, Gypsy and Nugget in the south pasture, the Swanson Farm (or whatever we end up calling it) is officially (or unofficially) a farm again (or a ranch – I’ve never been clear on the distinction). But you get the idea: we’re up and running. Woohoo! And did I mention apples?…

And there were roses…

As I mentioned, the Swanson folks still in the neighborhood are very private people, so I don’t want to mention them by name. But I was talking to one during this last trip up, and she nostalgically mentioned something about her mother’s roses. Roses? Oh, right – there’s this low wire fenced area near the…

Walking the Line

Okay, this is embarrassing, but we still haven’t actually made it to all four corners of the property. This past week, though, I finally tromped up to the northwest corner. Tried the northeast corner, too, but was stymied by blackberries.  

An Unreasonable Idea

Let’s just get this out of the way right off the bat: hovercows. There, I said it.

Remember that we’re just spitballing here, so you don’t want to shoot down an idea just because it sounds a little too far out of the box.

First cut!

  Kevin, whom I’ve never actually met, is helping us get our hay situation under control. I think we’ve mostly got tall fescue on the north pastures, but whatever it is, it’s all gone to seed and is (we’re told) going to be a fire hazard come July. At first I was trying to find…