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This Morning in Pictures

Orion and Feenat

Beautiful Luna

Madison, with Blanca and Fresca in the background

…and they’ve seen me!

Camembert & Bertie

Gorgeous Leo

Diane and Cordelia

Alexander

And a peek ’round into the chicken coop: “We are not amused!”

Meet Charlotte!

You might have noticed a pattern in the past few months– Susan, Zac, and I have been working flat out, non stop, for what seems like forever. Back in April, we resolved to hire a summer intern who’d be able to take a little of the work off our plates.

Luckily, that decision coincided with a phonecall to my sister, Charlotte, whom you might remember from this spring’s books. She was weighing her options for the summer, sifting through all the jobs and internships that go along with being a university student.

“Well, maybe you’d like to come up and work at the farm, instead?” I asked.

I was beyond thrilled that she said yes!

Luna and Charlotte

She’s only been here for a day, and has already taken over most of our morning and evening chores, plus has set to work assiduously weeding our enormous garden. And not a moment too soon, either– I can’t remember a time we weren’t up to our ears in some sort of busy-ness or another.

She’ll be in charge of milking our small dairy flock, plus milking Luna, once her calf arrives, and will be learning to make all different sorts of cheeses and dairy products, as well. I have a feeling that, before long, This Morning in Cheeses (Cheese of the Week? Probably Something you would EAT?) might become y’all’s favorite new blog feature.

So, you guys, say hello!

This Charming Lamb, OR, Sheep of the Week: Clark

Look out, y’all. We’ve got a lamb who’ll charm your socks off.

He’s the one standing in the foreground, swaggering up to the camera with a smug little smirk on his face.

Meet Clark.

When he was born, he was the tiniest little thing, and wasn’t getting too much from his mama (she preferred his jumbo-sized twin, Lewis). We supplemented him with a bottle for a while, but he learned pretty quickly to steal sips of milk from whichever ewe he could get close to!

These three ewes this morning were having a little dustup/shoving match, and, in the middle of it all– while they were distracted with shoving one another– Clark zoomed in from the sidelines to get some milk while the getting was good!

Anyone who was here this past weekend can attest to his charm– and his tenacity. See, we’re still bringing a bottle out to Aldrin three times a day. Clark, however, is sure that the bottle’s his.

Are you sure that’s not my bottle? There must have been some mistake!

and later, a little more pushy:

You gonna finish that, Aldrin?

I have a feeling that, with his particular combination of sweetness and toughness, Clark will grow up to be a grade-A criminal mastermind. Or maybe a shady politician. Or, anything he wants, really– he won’t quit until he gets it!

New Things in the Garden

Garlic Scapes: mean we’ll be harvesting in less than a month!

Baby Peas: eat them straight off the vine!

Bell Peppers:

That Tomato‘s getting bigger:

Corn’s coming up nicely:

With beans planted in between each row of corn, to a) add Nitrogen to the soil and b) hold on to the corn, keeping it from getting blown over in a thunderstorm:

And we’re still eating two salads a day!

 

 

Wednesday Morning in Pictures

Adelaide

Boy Flock

Alabama

Buster

Cosmo and Cassiopeia

Orion

Cini

Little Draco

Callum

Sweet Aldrin

Corvus and Canis

Catalina, Liberty, and Snow

Charles Lindbergh

Beautiful Dora

Capri and Diane

Lovely Cordelia

Hold Your Potatoes!

We spent this past Sunday afternoon recovering from our best-ever shearing party by selectively harvesting some new potatoes.

If you’ve never dug potatoes before, let me tell you: it is absolutely a ton of fun. It’s just like a treasure hunt, except a) you already know exactly where the treasure’s buried and b) the treasure is POTATOES.

We had planted the whole bed rather densely, and, really, it needed to be thinned. So, Sunday, we thinned out half the bed. We’re saving the other half for next week.

This is how you harvest new potatoes:

First, you pull up the top of the plant. You’ll find it growing out of the old seed potato (it’ll be easy to tell which one that is, since the seed potato starts to disintegrate around this point), with tuber-laden roots sticking out in all directions.

 Then comes the fun. After putting the easy pickings in your basket, you get to sift through the loosened dirt with your hands (and a pitchfork), in search of the light-colored flash of a rogue potato. It’s like digging up treasure, or panning for gold. You’re muddling along in the dirt, and, all of a sudden, you find a tiny edible thing! It’s fantastic!

We thinned in two-foot-wide swaths, working across the length of the bed. The tops of the plants should fill those cleared spaces back in pretty quickly.

 It was a lovely afternoon, cool and breezy, and the work was a real group effort– no one wanted to be left out of the fun of digging!

 After sifting the soil to a satisfactory degree, you hill up the loosened dirt around the remaining potato plants themselves. This gives them a little extra support, while encouraging them to send out some more tuberous roots a little higher up the plant.

 And, here you have them: our beautiful, delicate, precious, delicious, little pommes de terre.

 How much did we get from thinning out half a bed that’s been in production for, at most, a month and a half?

That’s a lot of potatoes, folks. I’ve been looking forward to these potatoes so much, and am thrilled that we were able to get enough to keep for ourselves and to share.

Have you all started harvesting from your gardens yet? What are you looking forward to eating?

LAMB of the Week: Dora

A few weeks ago, when I posted a picture of one of this year’s lambs, Dora, a few of you commented on how well she posed, and how much she looked like a model– she has poise, long limbs, and inherited her mother’s (Darcy) lovely face. I’m happy to report that her modelling career is showing no sign of slowing down! I was taking a few pictures the other evening, and want to show you all how gorgeous she is.

She can look askance.

And directly.

It had just misted a bit, and she’s really nailed the wet look.

But how do we know she’s really made it?

Her little brother, Lindbergh, runs up to photobomb her in the middle of her portrait session!

Ears and Eyes Open!

The puppies have opened their eyes! Just in the past few days, they’re suddenly much more mobile– they can almost walk, and we’ve been walking in and finding one or two asleep on the far side of the stall! They’re also much more responsive, since their ears have also opened up– they can definitely hear the sound of the camera shutter when I’m photographing them.

Most importantly, though, they’re about a thousand times cuter, which I doubted was even possible? Take a look for yourself!

Ears and Eyes Open!

The puppies have opened their eyes! Just in the past few days, they’re suddenly much more mobile– they can almost walk, and we’ve been walking in and finding one or two asleep on the far side of the stall! They’re also much more responsive, since their ears have also opened up– they can definitely hear the sound of the camera shutter when I’m photographing them.

Most importantly, though, they’re about a thousand times cuter, which I doubted was even possible? Take a look for yourself!

Vegetable CSA: Week One

After champing at the bit all last week, nearly crazed with eagerness, I went out in the rain on Monday afternoon and pulled

  • 7 lbs of lettuce (15 heads, 5 different varieties),
  • 2 lbs of arugula,
  • 30 beets, and
  • 20 green onions

out of the garden, to make the first delivery for our super-small, super-experimental CSA (photo above is not the half of it!). It was immensely gratifying, after having waited so long. And to be honest, going out there today, you can hardly tell any’s missing.

I was, however, completely surprised by how different it feels to go into the garden to pick food for oneself (“In the mood for beet chips? Let’s go pull a few beets!”) or a friend (“Hey, do you want me to cut you a few heads of lettuce to take home?”), versus how it feels to pick food for other people– I was suddenly terrified that the lettuce would be dirty or wilty and I hadn’t noticed, or that a few holes in the arugula would be deal-breakers. Here’s hoping that I’ll grow out of this odd sort of vanity as the weeks of the season wear on.