Month: July 2015

This Week on the Farm

This post comes to you late, but here’s a choppy recap of our week: Tuesday night we had the great opportunity to speak to our local Kiwanis about what we’re attempting to do on our micro, 1/10 of an acre and how we’d like to grow in the next year. Members patiently listened as we excitedly rambled and showed photos of our productive little hillside. We took a few days and went with family up to Michigan to take a minute to breather and regroup.  It was definitely needed and we came back to lots of blooms and produce. Chris has been frantically trying to can and freeze the left over green beans from the farm stand. If I remember right, he said he’s already canned 6 gallons of beans.  I’ve also discovered that I HATE harvesting green beans and the next time we have to do it I’m going to pretend there’s a flower emergency and slip away.   We’ve also had to run our irrigation system a lot this week.  Which feels weird, since …

Honeymoon Over

While picking beans with Chris today, I suddenly realized we’d been coasting along in a rare and quiet bubble for a couple of weeks.  Here’s why: it was a mad dash to get the garden tilled when we moved in, get seeds in, and then weed and weed and weed for weeks. Then the garden started to do its thing and we fell into a relaxing routine of harvesting armloads of beautiful flowers and fulfilling orders. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still hard work. But it wasn’t the back-breaking physical labor of installing a garden and trying really hard to have the upper hand on weeds.  And, since we’re on the topic, it’s not really a “garden”, the word “field” is better.  And I can call it that because I’m one of the schmucks in the field each night picking until the sun goes down. But it was fun scooping up flowers each night and arranging them. And then this week happened.   We got that sinking feeling of the unknown and confusion that we had in the beginning …

Is This Real Life?

When we were thinking about purchasing a farm, this is what I envisioned: making a bouquet under the sunset.  What I never imagined was being eaten alive by mosquitos and having weird happiness and joy while I hold a chicken.  I never, ever in a million years thought this would be my life.  Yet here I am making flower bouquets and holding chickens under a pink and orange sky.    

A Thing of Beauty

It’s been another exciting week on the farm. We’re shocked by how much work that just 1/10 of an acre can create for our tired bodies, but we’re even more shocked by how much our little field can produce. We are just swimming in flowers right now, which is an especially relevant metaphor considering how rainy it has been for the past six weeks. Wednesday night brought around four inches of rain in the span of a few hours. Crooked Creek flooded out all around us, coming within less than 20 feet of our field. We are so thankful for a few smart and a few accidental decisions that we made back in March. By putting our field on the hillside and then by creating a raised bed system, we have had little issue with flooding, even with the record-breaking rainfall. And, by heavily mulching our pathways, we’ve been able to work in our field with ease even on the muddiest of days. These methods have saved our crops in some ways, and allowed us …

Sad Journal Poem

I write this entry on the eve of my 30th birthday.  The past few weeks I’ve been wallowing in a lot of self-pity trying to wrap my brain around entering my 30s. When my mother asked what I wanted to do for my birthday, I said, “sit on the couch in a dark room and drink whiskey while reflecting on the past 30 years of my life.” Gross. Someone needs to write a sad poem in her journal and move on. The past few weeks, I guess I feel as if I should have accomplished more.  But it’s funny how one week, only seven days, can make things different. The past six months of my life have been the busiest, longest, hardest and most stressful push I’ve ever had to do. I decided to pursue my dream. Some think our dream is foolish, some are patiently watching from the sidelines, and some are rooting and cheering for us loudly.  We took a massive leap of faith, having no idea what waits for us on the other side. This weekend, First Fruits Homestead in Charleston, IL …