the garden

The garden is one of the first things I started at the farm. The posts are to become an arbor and at their base are climbing plants (muscadines). The raised beds are filling up with leafy greens, brassicas, and onions. The herbs skirt a couple of fruit trees and two rows of berries provide a wind break. It is a work in progress but is taking a much better shape now that Donnelly is tending the garden. The pictures below are of the garden and then the upper field of the farm.  

stove install: tiny timber house

The Gas stove is working. After numerous failed attempts to get the stove working and a small explosion that removed all the hair from my hand a quick trip to Dade Gas has the stove working. Turns out in addition to the regulator that came with the stove we also needed another regulator.
With the stove cranking out BTUs we woke early this weekend and headed straight to the farm to cook breakfast. The day proved much more relaxing and productive with food in the garden, herbs on the hill, and a stove to cook it all on. Breakfast rolled into lunch and the stove made good progress not only in feeding us but also in warming the tiny timber house. Here are some pictures of the cooking and the food.

Autumn Shoots

The fall shoots are proudly popping up in the garden. 

Bright turnips letting their hair out. I was delighted to remember these were turnips and not radishes. 

A splendid example of the honesty of seeds. Even though I had forgotten that I was exhausted at this point in the planting, the broccoli seeds had not. Stephen politely wanted to know what had happened to my usual organized planting style. For a moment I thought about making up a clever story, you know those deer cannot be trusted with anything! (Alas the broccoli was ratting me out in plain sight) Dumping out a seed packet at sunset to proudly announce that you are finished planting is not recommended. You can be certain your seed sins  will surely find you out. 

Thinning seedlings just might be one of the most painful tasks of gardening for me. In a way I feel as though I am splitting up a second grade romance, just heart wrenching... this is where my charming husband comes in to be my knight. 

The blogger. 

A wonderful gift from Papa, by far the cutest shovel I have ever beheld. 

I was tickled to find this little fellow chocking under the native grasses. The rosemary is recovering nicely thanks to aggressive weeding measures.