Month: October 2015

Rats, Opossums, and Spreadsheets

Every time I go into the shed I find more evidence of a rat who has clearly taken up residence. It’s a fine reminder to refill the poison traps both in there and outside the chicken coop. Whenever I go to water the bulbs and seeds in the hoop house, I find more bulbs pulled from the soil. Now I need to get chicken wire around the sides of the hoop house to keep out rabbits and whatever other animals might find that warm microclimate welcoming in the cold to come. Last night as I went to collect eggs and close the access door to the chicken run, I was greeted by a clever opossum, who I soon realized after kicking him out of the coop, had actually taken up residence right under the coop. I set up the live trap near the coop, dumped some cat food inside, and waited until morning. I can now confirm that we no longer have an opossum under the hen house…unless there was more than one…crap…I guess I …

A Week of Firsts

The first frost hit this week. While surveying our garden and seeing the zinnias browned and withered from frost’s kiss, I felt an odd sense of relief. Normally, I feel sad because it means vases filled with flowers are no longer scattered around the house. It felt good to see a physical end to our summer season and to know a new start will be waiting for us next spring. My sweet peas have germinated nicely. See this previous post about what I did to start them. The anemones seem to be taking their sweet time to germinate.  I’m pretty sure I did something wrong, because they should have germinated by now. Our peony order got seriously discombobulated by our vendor.  At the last minute, I had to drop a variety because it had doubled in price and had to choose three totally different varieties that I didn’t plan on growing at all. We will just have to wait and see how our second string peonies do. Our farm also saw its first wedding flowers this week. …

Some Thoughts Before My Dirt-Caked Eyes Swell Shut

As I was mowing the lawn today while our son was napping, I finally admitted to myself that fall is in the air. Yeah I should have realized that when all our veggies stopped producing, or when we started ripping out beds of flowers that had been putting on blooms for us since June, or all the nights that I’ve had to lower the sides on the hoop house to keep the (almost) freezing temperatures from hurting our dahlia crop, or the fact that our trees’ leaves are starting to turn, but none of that seemed enough to convince me. So today, as the wind blew fall dirt and hungry grasshoppers against my face, I finally said, “Okay, fine. You win.” The sad reality is that we have lots to do around here to prepare for winter, and admitting that fall is here is admitting that I have a helluva lot to check off my list yet this year. But instead of worrying about any of that, we chose to take our son, my mom, …

A Series of Unfortunate, But Hilarious, Events

Chris and I officially win the award for parents of the year. Why? You may ask. Because we each dropped the F bomb in front of our toddler today. And by dropped, I mean shouted the word very angrily. Here’s how the past two days have gone: We have 500 daffodil bulbs, 300 tulip bulbs, 250 anemones, and sweet peas to plant now for spring bloom.  I, naively, thought the whole process would take about an hour. AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH. I was really, really wrong. It took two days. My mother-in-law took Linc for the afternoon yesterday so we could plant. Chris went out to re-till some ground, I snarfed my lunch while reading the directions on how to plant anemones. Anemones are like the winey, basic girls of the flower world. All other bulbs happily go into the ground without fuss.  Anemones need to have a spa day and hit up Starbucks for their Pumpkin Spice Lattes before they will even consider going into the ground.  After reading the directions from Gloeckner, calling our knowledgable, local nursery, …