There is something magical about growing your own food. Feeding yourself. Becoming less reliant on the industrial food system.
The season is winding down. The leaves have changed color and are now rapidly falling. The garden continues to produce tomatoes (until that pesky frost arrives to stop them), kale, arugula, turnips, beans and radishes. We must learn how to put the garden to bed for winter. Sally, our kitty sitter, is giving us a truckload of mature horse manure. We will bag leaves. We continue to compost. We bought an ax, a mallet, and a used wood chipper at a yard sale. Alain is chopping wood and perfecting his chansaw use. We canned our first tomatoes, ever. Kitty enjoyed . . . immensely.
Winter is on the way. We need wood. Our land is full of wood but the logs, from the trees we have felled, need to dry. Alain has been patiently cutting with our new ax, made in Maine. Hopefully as of next year we will be wood independent and warm! We are only cutting what is necessary, and there is a lot of wood nevertheless.
Where to buy dry wood in September? My landlord’s guy never returned my call. Maybe it is because I am from away?! How would he know on the phone?!
A friend knows a great guy who has wood (supposedly dry), but he is a fisherman. He has no phone. He is on a boat from 4 am – 7pm. Missed calls, waiting, and we are supposedly actually getting some wood in a few weeks, but, I need certainty. I don’t like to be cold. Oil is expensive. We found that out quite quickly last winter.
Luckily, I found Larry. Thanks to Martha. He does not live close to us (at least 40 minnutes away). But Larry called me back. Larry gave me a good price. Larry showed up with a cord that was more like a cord and a half. It may not be the most dry, but it is plentiful. It smelled delicious. It will dry. And on top of that, Larry gave me a prayer book and a psalm that he wrote out for me. Hmm. Ah, just heard from the fisherman as well. I sense an advenure. Maine!
The house design continutes. Slowly. Painstakingly. It is very hard indeed. We want small. We want authentic. We want it to fit into the landscape. We want to be energy efficient, green, off the grid, tasteful and beautiful. We know what we like. We are trying to make it happen.
In the meantime, the garden grows and sunflowers shine.
A suivre . . .
Our garden grows. Our garden delivers! Despite it all, no mulching, no organic compost, fear of blight (aie), bugs (many), not knowing what we are doing and more, we have organic food! Our own. Our first.
We have potatoes (yukon gold, russian banana), tomatoes ripening and already ripe (cherry, beefsteak), onions (yellow, red), watercress, basil, beans that just keep on coming (green, wax, haricots verts and some pole on the way), sunflowers (7 feet tall and almost flowering), wild blackberries, and we have hope. We have hope that we can feed ourselves.
A couple of weeks ago I planted more beans, radishes, turnips, kale and arugula and added compost this time. They popped up after a week and are growing along. I hope they will make it before the frost! This is my garden. My first.