Sunday, June 29, 2014

Machines Down

Machine breakdown is a bummer especially when it is the weed eater and the mower at the same time.   I have a problem with Johnson grass.  Being located in a creek bottom that floods means that there is Johnson grass seed from decades in the soil and the seed stays viable for a long time.   Mowing will kill or at least stunt the Johnson grass.  But on a wet year when seed can sprout and the mowing can’t be done Johnson grass grows here like crazy.  

weed eating

A couple of trips to town for parts, a mechanical Mouse and a few days labor got both machines back up and running.   Thank goodness.  Here is the weed eater starting at Johnson grass cut down.  The mower in the background is working but out of gas.  I'll have to run back to town for more gas.  Back when I first moved here and was young  I ran out of gas in my pickup a few miles down the road from my house.  I was able to coast the truck down a slight slope until I was only a couple  hundred yards from an elderly neighbor’s house, George Miller.   I walked up to his door and asked if I could use his phone to call my wife to bring me some gasoline.  He stood there looking at me for a minute and then he said,  “I don’t understand why you young fellas are always trying to wean them trucks.”      I miss the old timers.


Weed whipped

The Johnson grass gets so high that the mower has a hard time cutting it.  So I use the weed eater to cut down the tall grass and weeds.   I’ll let the cuttings dry a day or two and then mow and haul the clippings to the compose pile.


Weed splattered

I really like the way the machine works but eye protection is necessary because it sends tiny pieces of plant matter flying everywhere.  A dip in the creek for clean up afterward is preferred.

Bachelor Buttons

Having the weeds grow up can be advantageous, too.  I have had trouble getting bachelor buttons reestablished since expanding the garden.   Here’s one I found growing only because it was in an area that I would have normally kept mowed.  I’ll mow around it this year and throw the ripe seed around the edge of the field.   

Devil's Claw

One weed that I have always had (the seed must also be long living) is devil’s claw.  Here’s one that grew up in some other weeds in the onion patch that just got harvested.   I’m wondering about letting this one grow until it produces a few seed heads.  If I leave it alone all summer it will grow to somewhere between 10 and 20 foot diameter with hundreds or thousands of seeds in these weird looking nasty prickling seed heads.  I’m thinking I’m going to let it grow for a little while to get a few seed heads and some pictures of a fast growing plant for the blog.  It does have nice flowers.  It is real easy to weed out of the garden.  The roots are shallow and they pull easily.  I have probably pulled about 20 baby plants this year, so far.  They come up throughout the whole garden every year but only one or two new plants here and there scattered around.  Obviously, this one I’ve allowed to grow a little bit.  


Plato and kitten

Grass and weeds aren’t the only things reproducing and growing.  A baby kitten showed up here yesterday, not born here.  I fed it and told Plato that we are going to keep it so now he needs to protect it.  This morning it was doing fine.   

Friday, June 20, 2014

Time for Berries

ripening black berries

The blackberries usually start ripening the first weekend in June.  This year we had such a long cool spring that they are just now starting to turn ripe.  A welcome sight, none the less.   Last year we lost all but a meager amount of berries due to a snow storm on May 4th that killed all the blooms.   This year I used wobbler sprinklers to protect the blooms from freeze and frost damage.  I’m so glad it worked.   It will be a good blackberry year.  The berries I grow come from wild berries.  They are smaller than the domestic varieties but the flavor is exceptional and the seeds are so tiny that they are not a problem.  This year because of the spring rains and cool temps the berries are a little bigger than usual.   They sure taste good. I have a load of them to pick but the rewards are great.  They'll ripen over the next three or so weeks.  So I'll be picking everyday for a while.


Plato patrolling amber raspberry bushes

The amber raspberry rows are cleaned and growing great guns.  Most berries are floracanes  which means that the new canes that grow this year will have fruit next year.  However, these amber raspberries are primacane which means that the new canes that grow this year will bear fruit this year.  Usually this means fruit in August.  


baby amber raspberries

But you can see in this photo that there is fruit forming already this year.  This is a good thing because the plants will keep producing until they are killed this Fall by frost.   And these amber raspberries are as sweet as candy.  OoooWeee!  They’re good.  Well, not yet, but they will be.  And it looks like I won't have to wait much longer to try them this year.  My guess is that it will end up being a bumper crop.


winter killed canes makes me a little sad

The red raspberries I grow are floracanes.  Last year’s canes winter killed real badly as you can see.  We had a bunch of nights with temps below negative 10 F.  this last winter.  There will be a few berries lower down on some of the canes.  But most of these plants are growing great quantities of new canes since they are not producing much fruit.   I’ll have to thin them out quite a bit.  I'll only expect a small taste of these berries this year.


baby purple raspberries

The purple raspberries did a little better though they have a ways to go before they are ripe.  They had some winter kill but will at least produce enough of a crop for picking and eating and maybe a little for the freezer.  They usually are ripe the same time as the blackberries.  This year it looks like they will ripen toward the end of the blackberry season.


baby concord grapes

Besides the berries I also have a couple of grape vines. The grapes won’t be ripe untill the end of summer but the vines are loaded.   Fresh grape juice is worth waiting for.  And now that I have Plato I get to eat the grapes instead of the wild turkeys getting them all.  Good Dog.

 I reckon I better get back out there and pick more blackberries.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Cabbages and horses, too

Not only do I enjoy the labor of gardening, I also enjoy the thoughts of people delighting in the good taste of the dishes Master Chef Josh Hoy makes of my produce.


yesterday’s cabbage  harvest


Last evening I had the pleasure of helping to take some Flying W Ranch guests for a buggy ride. During the ride Josh at one point was telling these visitors from France that I had grown the cabbage that they had eaten that evening.   It gave me the chance  to actually hear folks raving about how delightfully tasty the produce was and what an amazing cook Josh is.  That feels good.  And coming from French visitors (and former commercial vegetable farmers to boot)  makes it feel like high compliment indeed.   

And then on top of that I also had the pleasure of working with a couple of the ranch’s horses, too.   We took the whole French family for a lovely sunset ride in a buggy pulled by Caesar and Brutus.

Josh moving Brutus into place.  Caesar waits his turn.

Josh is a superb cook.  I have frequently heard guests of the ranch saying that they knew they were going to have a good time but had no idea that the food would be so amazingly good.  A master chef he is but he is also a fine stockman.  He is one of the rare breed of horsemen in today's modern world who still knows how to care for, harness and drive a team of horses.  I’m lucky enough that I get to help sometimes.  This time I got to help harness Butus. 


Brutus is the harder worker of the two.


Off we go to pick up the guests for a wonderful ride.


This weekend is rodeo weekend in Chase County.  The Flying W Ranch will be hosting a bunch of people smart enough or lucky enough to have the opportunity to spend a weekend full of horseback riding,
 hiking in lush flower blooming hills, dining and 
Rodeoing.  Yee Haw!


And I will be lucky enough to have the chance to work with more horses, too.
 photo by Matt Goldsmith                                


Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Weeding, weeding, weeding

Here's an update photo on the new beds in Cartwell 1 area.  All beds planted.  Plato's stuff toy red bug included in this picture.  He plays with that thing everyday.  I never know where I am going to find it.


Time to weed everywhere.  (It's always time to weed everywhere)

Cartwell Too cleaned up nicely.  

 It took 30 minutes to weed all three beds.  On hands and knees.  Next year I am going to space the rows of onions further apart so that I can use the tool shown below.

Cartwell 1

The scuffle hoe lets me stand up to weed.  Works great. All three edges are sharp.  It took 15 minutes to weed these three beds.  The onions in Cartwell Too were weeded with the hands tools shown below. 

Weedy Spinach

Oh Man, I let the spinach go too long.  It is way easier to weed the beds when the weeds are first sprouted and little.  If I ignore the weeds it ends up taking way longer to do the work.  Here's the tools I used to weed the spinach and the onions in Cartwell Too 

Hand weeding tools

It took me an hour to weed each one of the spinach beds. On my hands and knees, of course.


But it was worth it.  If I had waited much longer I might have lost the crop

Weeded Spinach

Looks Good.  But I weeded all seven of the cabbage beds pictured below in less than an hour. Less time than it took to weed one of the spinach beds.  I keep trying to stay on top of it.  Sometimes I slip up.


Master Chef Josh Hoy of the Flying W Guest Ranch says the cabbage is sweet tasting this year.  I'm glad he likes it.  I'm growing a bunch of it for him.    Back to weeding.   






disclainmer:
All gardening techniques, methods, and labor described in any posting of this blog are presented strictly to make you laugh and smile.  Any educational value you attribute to any of this is solely the result of your overactive imagination and my excellent story telling skills.  Do not try this at home, unless you know what you are doing or can build your wings on the way down.  Any use, misuse, or non use of the contents of this blog is your responsibility, but I would love to hear about it, especially if it's funny. Hopefully this blog will leave us both laughing.  I know it makes me laugh and one out of two ain't bad.  Remember:  YOU have got to make your own luck. . . and I'll take luck over skill any day.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

I can dig it.

I have been holding the wrong end of a shovel these last few days.  My sweetheart always asks, "Which end is the right end of a shovel?"  I roll my eyes at her smart joke and say, "When you get to the end of needing the shovel, that's the right end."



This spot above was the only garden area for many years.  I mostly grew flowers.  Everything else on this side of the creek was mowed like a lawn. (I hate mowing)  A few years back my sweetheart talked me into growing vegetables for other people and now I have a much bigger garden.  Over these years I have standardized the beds so that they are all 3 foot wide by 35 feet long.  Except the older part of the garden pictured above .  These beds were 4 to 5 feet wide and 65 to 75 feet long.  All the drip irrigation line for the rest of the garden is 35 feet long.  Everything else is 35 feet.  So I decided to re shape these beds to 3 x 35 this year.  I rototilled the whole area.



Layed out the new beds with string and starting shoveling.  I could shovel the dirt in the pathways between the beds onto the beds to make them raised at the rate of about a foot a minute.  It would take me a little bit more than a half an hour to get to the end of a 35 foot bed creating a pathway between two beds.  One shovel after another.  Just do the next one.  Now do the next one.  Just like the rest of the gardening work 35 feet is the distance that I can look at and say,  "I can do that much."   I'd shovel half an hour, take a break, do something else and go pick up the shovel again.  All I have to do is this next shovel full.  And the next one and . . . .



Here's where I found the right end of the shovel.  A wide path between the asparagus (on the left) and the new beds.  Each row is 2 -  35 foot long beds with a 4 foot pathway in between them.  4 Rows across then a wide pathway for access to yonder garden then 2 more rows then another wide pathway and then amber raspberries to the right (out of picture).   I will need to dig up and move the iris to its new home later this summer.


Then comes mulch for the pathways.  Some of it has to be moved in a cart.  A good hay fork is a must.  


I like moving it with the mower.  



I'm amazed at how well I can steer the bales.  I finished mulching the pathways on the other side and drove the diminishing bale to to the house side of the garden to finish mulching the paths on this side.  One way the bale rolls across the ground. 



Take off the straps and roll the bale the other way and it unrolls a layer of hay that I move over into the garden with the hay fork.  Paths complete. Now it's time to rake the beds and plant.





disclainmer:
All gardening techniques, methods, and labor described in any posting of this blog are presented strictly to make you laugh and smile.  Any educational value you attribute to any of this is solely the result of your overactive imagination and my excellent story telling skills.  Do not try this at home, unless you know what you are doing or can build your wings on the way down.  Any use, misuse, or non use of the contents of this blog is your responsibility, but I would love to hear about it, especially if it's funny. Hopefully this blog will leave us both laughing.  I know it makes me laugh and one out of two ain't bad.  Remember:  YOU have got to make your own luck. . . and I'll take luck over skill any day.