Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Merry Christmas


It's been a daunting 49 days since my last post. We didn't succeed completely with a 100% local meal for Thanksgiving, but we did better than we have ever done, so there's still a little room for improvement.

I should have the greenhouse up by seed starting time in February. The hoops are up and leveled and I'm working toward purchasing some 4 x 6 timbers to frame the bottoms of the ends so that they will support the heavy sliding glass doors that I obtained from Freecycle. It's a slow task to build a greenhouse with no help but yourself.

The seed catalogs have started arriving and I must now begin to narrow my list of several hundred varieties that I would like to grow on my quarter acre of space.

I finished my online class in Sustainable Agriculture from Central Carolina Community College last week, and I'm waiting to see my grade. I feel like it will be good, but I won't know until it's posted. If my Spring registration went as I hope I should be attending classes on campus one day a week beginning in January.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. I hope all who read this have a safe and joyous Christmas spent with your friends and loved ones.

I'll try to post again in early January. Surely something will be happening by then!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Local Food


Somewhere in my travels across the world-wide web this week I saw a challenge to everyone that will be celebrating Thanksgiving to make their entire meal that day from local foods.

Although I rarely contribute to the cooking end of the meal, I've decided to accept the challenge and try to do just that.

So far, I have procured a local free-range turkey, local sweet potatoes and very local collards and turnip/mustard greens from the back forty. There may even be a few tomatoes hanging on if we don't get a hard freeze.

I don't know where to find local cranberries, and there probably are none. I'm not familiar with anyone in the area, much less the state, who raise cranberries. I wouldn't miss them, although the juice sure does help out when I'm feeling a bit cruddy.

Irish potatoes shouldn't be a problem, and we have corn and green beans preserved from the summer (I think).

I'm pretty sure there are still some local flour mills for bread. I'll be looking into that. Drink will be a challenge. There's always water from the Pee Dee River that comes from our tap, but I hope to be able to mix something with it to enjoy.

I am familiar with some microbreweries within a 50 mile radius. Beer is good.

Persimmon pudding for dessert, if I can find some local honey to substitute for sugar. And sweet potato pie.

I'd appreciate any suggestions. Feel free to add to the menu!

Monday, October 19, 2009

Procrastination

This will be a short post. Last night we almost had a frost here at the gardens. I had a miniscule amount on my windshield as I got the truck warmed up for the kids to wait at the bus stop. Tonight is supposed to be even colder before warming up for the rest of the week.

I have been doing everything except erecting the first greenhouse. I've been seeding, rooting, transplanting and collecting seeds. I guess I'm in denial that winter is really on the way, but it will be here if I'm ready or not.

I'm heading back outside to continue laying out the foundation. If I can make it past tonight I may get another chance.

Gotta get it done.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Reminiscing . . .

The Little River Band, back in the Fall of 1978, sang of "all the time we're missing, spending the hours reminiscing," as if that's a bad thing.

Maybe so, but I find some comfort in doing that, as well as a fair amount of angst over what I should have done, or "where would I be now if only . . ."

One thing that has stayed constant for me, however, is the fact that when things are looking bad, I can always turn to the soil. If you take care of it, it will take care of you.

In my first post I told you about the people in my community that pointed me toward horticulture, and some that actually gave me some small shoves in the right direction. But, back then (the mid-1970's) there were a couple of other people who helped me, and probably millions of others. Both are gone now, but I would like to give them the credit, on my behalf, that they deserve.

First is James Underwood Crockett, or Jim, as he was better known. Jim had a weekly program on PBS called "Crockett's Victory Garden" that was a no-nonsense show about gardening.

Jim would begin the half-hour show by demonstrating hands-on demonstrations of almost everything that could be done in the garden. He would start seeds, help them along, harden them off, get down on his knees with a trowel and put them into the soil. He would nurture the plants until they either bre fruit or flowers, then harvest them and show you how to enjoy them.

Jim was the first person to ever mention composting to me, although he never knew it. When his first book from the series, appropriately entitled "Crockett's Victory Garden" was released, my parents gave me a copy for Christmas. I still have it, the inside cover inscribed by my mother as a gift for me, a sixteen-year-old boy who was starting on a journey that, thirty-three years later, is still winding down the road.

The great thing about Jim's book was that it was divided by month, so that you could follow what he was doing each month and apply it to your own garden. Now, his garden was in Boston, so I learned to adapt his schedule to fit mine.

For the time, Jim was a great mentor for me. I didn't know then about the negative effect that the use of synthetic pesticides and fertilizers had on the soil, and Jim used them in his gardens.

Crockett died from cancer in 1979 at age 64.

The second person of influence, although I didn't realize it until years later, was Robert (Bob) Rodale. Rodale published a little magazine called "Organic Gardening and Farming," and it really was little. It was about half the size of a traditional magazine with a somewhat glossy cover and pages of newsprint-quality. But those pages were jam-packed with good information. Even if you weren't an organic grower the information within those pages was priceless.

I borrowed the photo at right, although the issue pictured is much older than the ones I started out with.

Rodale, following in the footsteps of his father, J.I., were pioneers of the past. Following World War II, when gardeners and farmers were jumping on the chemical bandwagon, these men were leading the charge of soil building and the benefits of healthy food and living. They practiced what they preached and established a farm in Pennsylvania where organic practices, both old and new, were carried out. The pages of the magazine spread the news of what they were doing, and failures were reported along with triumphs.

Son Robert was the man in charge when my sister first introduced me to the magazine back in the late 1970's. He traveled the world to spread his message, and was in Russia helping to launch a similar magazine when he was killed in an automobile accident in 1990.

After his death, I feel like the magazine lost it's focus for a while. The little magazine became a bigger, glossier publication, probably to attract the more "yuppie, Martha Stewart type" reader. Where the old magazine had ads for tractors and worm kits, the newer one touted luxury automobiles and skin conditioners.

I will admit that I rarely read the magazine these days, although the ones I have seen seem to have moved a bit more back to the old one. But it's still glossy and the "and Farming" was dropped from the title years ago. The website is pretty good, http://www.organicgardening.com/, and you can probably spend a day there following links and just surfing in general, but it just hasn't been the same since 1990.

I realize that different people have different visions, and employees almost never have the passion for a business that the owner has, but give me a break. How can PBS get away with calling a show "The Victory Garden" when the hosts have probably never had dirty pants or even grown their own food for that matter. Just dropping the name of Crockett doesn't make it anywhere near the same show.

What do the majestic gardens of estates in Europe have to do with "victory" or "gardening" for that matter?

Thank you Jim and Bob, for keeping it real.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Weather According to the Seed

I may seem a little obsessed with persimmons this year, but here's another little tidbit. Folklore says that you can tell the severity of the coming winter by cutting a persimmon seed in half and looking at the inside.

An image of a fork in the seed is said to mean that the winter will be mild and there will be plenty to eat. At the other extreme, a knife means that the winter will be bitter cold and the winds will cut you like a knife.
A spoon bodes for a cold winter with a fair amount of snow to be shoveled. The spoon represents the shovel.
My persimmons say spoon. The photo is a little fuzzy, but you can see the image in the seed half on the right.
It does kinda look like a snow shovel if you look at it just right. We'll take a look back in the spring if I can remember and see how it turns out.
Now, I need to go out and find a wooly worm.

Good News for a Local Farm


I would like to congratulate Donny and Lynn Epps of Whipowill Hill Farm for their success in winning one of the $5000.00 grants from the "Montgomery Makes" competition. They will be producing pasture-raised poultry and pork, and I'm not sure if they will include beef but I will post it here if I find that they do.

Donny and Lynn live with their family in the community of Abner, which is in northern Montgomery County, just west of NC Highway 134 near the Randolph County line.

The husband and wife farmers are very deserving in their winning of this grant, and I wish them the best of luck as they get the new business off the ground. Lynn says that they hope to get it going in October.

I'm also looking forward to having a taste of that great home-grown meat! I'm hoping folks will find that it goes well with heirloom vegetables and herbs! ☺

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Persimmon Pulp's Piling Up Like Compost

A new part of my daily routine has become bending over and picking up persimmons. I don't know if you've seen my belly lately, but this is actually a feat for me as I suffer greatly from Dunlap's Disease.

As I wrote a couple of days ago, I put a good day's work into cleaning out from under the two trees beside my office, and I don't want all that effort to go to waste. I've learned that it takes about fifty persimmons to make a pint of pulp. It's kind of relaxing for me to mash it out into a bowl and then transfer it into the Ziploc® bags and to the freezer. I've lost count, but since last week I've frozen over ten pints.

I think the chickens are enjoying it as much as I because they're on the receiving end of the leftovers when all the pulp is removed. The boys have a special word for it, something like "eeeyewwww!" but the chicken actually do seem to appreciate the delicacy. They'll get all the leftovers through the end of the season since I've already taken all the seeds I need for this year.

I had thought about adding the leftovers to compost, but the thought of all of those seeds in a compost pile caused me to nix that idea. Either way, the chickens will take care of the composting for me.

I've been busy dividing and potting up garlic chives, and have gotten a couple of equisetum (horsetail) for potting in the process. I've discovered a pretty good-sized patch of the horsetail in the old herb garden that seems to be a manageable size for potting, so I hope to tame them in the next day or two. I do plan to post a disclaimer with them when I go to market. If you've ever made the mistake of planting horsetail in your garden then you know what I mean.

Cindy and I bought a small pot of the equisetum from Meg Shelton's herb farm down in Leland back around 1996 or so when we were first becoming interested in herbs. I noticed as we were driving out of her farm that she had what looked like a row of the plant in her field that had spread and taken over her whole garden. It didn't dawn on me until later, but once you plant it in the ground that stuff will run across the garden and knock you down before you can get back to the house! It comes up EVERYWHERE! Thus the disclaimer.

Anyway, it is a neat plant, but it's best grown in a container so you can keep it in check.

In case someone is actually reading this, I'm looking for plants of French Tarragon and Winter Savory for cuttings. If you or someone you know would be willing to share some cuttings or divisions I'd greatly appreciate it, although I can't say "thank you" for them. If you don't know why, then go back to my very first post to find out.