It’s official. Our main hayfield is now gone. I went through 2 weeks ago and sprayed it down with Roundup (Glyphosate). Unfortunately, the temps dropped and the sun left the day after I sprayed the field, so it might not have had as much chance to work as it should have. My plan had
Farm Happenings
Last week I made it out to a horse rehabilitation facility which was going to work with and train our newest horse, Dezzie. As we chatted, I happened to look down and find a huge stalk of Teff Grass hay. Excited, I help it up and said “Ah, you’ve fed Teff Grass, isn’t it awesome?”
Ah, the life of farming. You work your butt-off for something, only to have it blow-up in your face. I guess these days I’m never surprised, and try to let these things roll-off like water (if it’s something hard to prevent, and even the ones that were a stupid mistake). This one, is STILL a
It is with a heavy heart that I am officially closing-out maple syrup season. For us it’s been a bit of a bust thanks to temperatures hitting too high, too early in the season. We collected less sap this year than last year, and cooked it down into fewer gallons. However, nothing is a complete
Last week we were once again without power for over 24 hours, and it got me thinking about when we began to lose power in the camper. People ask me all the time “Wait, don’t you still have a generator?” The answer is “no, we don’t. It died that winter, almost taking us with it!”
Excerpt from book “Six Kids, Four Months and One Camper”: Erik somehow convinced me to go out hunting opening morning. Nuriel would watch Earen when he woke-up until I came back in. Erik had set-up a small pop-up blind on the edge of the woods behind the house for me. That way, I wouldn’t
When I first met Erik and all of his kids, I was in a real shock as to how picky they all were with food. Some worse than others. I was used to cooking healthy, fresh dinners with lots of fruit, veggies and fresh herbs, and Erik wouldn’t even eat salad! It’s taken a
Face it. Part of farm life is critter control, and we’ve been very fortunate not to have had too many issues from wildlife. Last year, Erik decided to buy a .22. Not just any .22, but a wicked-looking, black-ops styled one! He even put a red dot scope on it so his son could point
A bit off-topic here since the blog is usually for farm and writing related ponderings. My daughter (just turned 13 yrs old) has decided she wants to play baseball. She practiced all summer with her step-brother (6 months older) and it was discovered that she has a wicked throwing arm and good hand-eye coordination.
This one is for Randy, Erik’s estranged-now-recently-re-acquainted father. He means well, but is a tough pill to swallow at times! There’s a reason why he never got re-married after Erik’s Mom . . . And he still brings food. I credit this instance for why Earen loves fries so much as a 4 yr old.