Cloudy cum rainy.
Skies looked awfully bleak this morning on the ride in. Popped over to some of the lower fields for a check up before anyone arrived. The day neutral strawberries have hiked out of the plastic wrap and are looking quite legitimate. The 12 rows of snap peas are bulking up-- solid green rails across the field. Spinach and kale are inching out, the faba beans are creeping along- last year's strawberries are nearly bushes now. Futzing around I staked out some good photo locations for when I get around to remembering a camera.
Met the Boss by the main greenhouse and grabbed up a trench shovel-- out for a bit of berry weeding. He gave me a lift over to a far-out-there raspberry field-- it was in rough shape. Weeds had shot up all along the walking paths and into the berry rows.
(A little berry-aside: All our berries are growing along nicely at this point- Blueberries and Blackberries are trimmed/pruned taking out the weak flimsy growths and leaving the strong branches/canes. This way plant energy isn't wasted in superficial growth-- rather it's used to bear lots of berries. Raspberries are a bit different: all their rows have been mowed back to the nubbins, leaving maybe 2 inches of stick above the dirt. The roots remain and grow thick and pop out new canes each year. I could go on and on with the Boss's imparted knowledge of berries and berry mating rituals but I'll leave it for now.)
A little herbicide at this point in the season usually checks most weeds from becoming monsters, but 2 types in particular are resistant and need a shovel's edge to kill 'em dead. Goldenrod weeds grow in tight clusters, up about a foot, long fat grass like leaves with a slight jag to their edge. The roots grow thickly matted and you have to dig around them before pulling one cluster out. I had to beat them with a shovel to get all the soil loosened out- then flip them upside down on the dirt (otherwise these hardy guys have a habit of snaking their way back into soil and survival). Cockelburough is a demon carrot. Their leaves grow enormous, stealing valuable sunlight away from the berries- the roots are nasty. Even a small looking cockelburough weed can have an enormous root. They typically have just one meaty 3in thick root shooting deep down. I usually aim real low where I anticipate the root to go and kick the shovel edge through-- this way the roots are deeply severed from the plant (for good measure on big ones, I stomp my shovel straight down through the root chopping it into forths-- try to live now weed haha). It takes a more delicate and deliberate touch extracting these guys from a berry row without damaging the good plants.
All in all it took me until 11am to clear the 13 rows, then I marched over to join Bah at another raspberry field at the hill top abutting the peach orchard. On the way up the path a big crane flew overhead, going from south to north. Second one I've seen this season. Up top there weren't as many rows, but they're much longer in length. It was much the same going-- hunting out the goldenrod and cockelburough, taking the odd shovel swing at stray dandelions. Poison ivy was creeping in from the field's edge-- I keep a healthy distance and left it for Bah. The light sprinkling turned into full on rain, so we hefted off for an early lunch leaving a few unfinished rows.
Came back from lunch for a little fertilizer/chemistry lesson. The Boss had picked up a Miracle Grow watering nozzle-- one with a chamber for fertilizer to mix with the water before spraying out. The Boss took a read over the labeling and stressed the importance of always checking the contents' percentages. This mix had 26% nitrogen, 8% phosphorous and 16% potash-- much too much stuff for watering the greenhouse sprouts. Maybe its common knowledge, but the Boss prefers using a 10-10-10 mix on the little plants (10% nitrogetn, 10% phosphorous, 10% potash). He wanted to use the nozzle though-- so I waded through the rain watering the grass with the nozzle until its prepackaged fertilizer was spent.
Met Bah back at the hill top and we finished out the remaining weeds. The rain had died down again, but the clouds headed our way looked terrible. We met up with the foreman in the peach orchard. He was busy pruning down all the peach trees and de-budding the young ones. We use an open-center plan for our trees- so their growth is checked at a little over head height, clipping all the center-ward growing branches. This forces the tree to grow out and wide, making the harvests of the future a lot easier. Most of the orchard isn't ready yet, but the rows of 5 year old trees are big enough to grow out maybe 1-2 dozen peaches per tree. Each blossom can become a peach, and trouble is- there were hundreds of blossoms lining the length of every branch. So Bah and I got to plucking and budding-- leaving only the flowers on heavy branches strong enough to hold a full grown peach without bending (had to space the blossoms carefully too, no closer than extended thumb-to-pinky no matter how big the branch).
Pulling flowers isn't exactly grueling labor-- but if Bah, the man of steel, has a kryptonite it is rain. As we went from tree to tree-- he checked the sky every other second, telling me each time that the next tree was his last. It had started to drizzle heavily- but something finally set him off. Mid-tree Bah bolted off, shouting back Goodbye, Home, Going Home. I kept going along, and ten minutes later (probably right when Bah made it to his car) the sky opened up and the real rain came. It was only 3pm, but the foreman said I could leave-- no way. We kept budding through the orchard as it came down. During one rough clouds worth we hid at the woods edge for soggy cigarettes.
The foreman is a pretty closed guy, and trying to talk about bullshit only gets you long pauses then more silence. On the other hand, once you getting him talking about plants he'll tell everything from genus to growing season. We puffed away, checking over my peach budding handiwork- he praised it as sufficient (which, coming from him is really something)- he then explained the finer details of open-center pruning and his plans for further developing the orchard. In good spirits, he called it a day and we ran down the hill to meet up with the boss.
Any hopes of getting dry were quickly shelved. Tomorrow the boss has some business with the Farmer's Bureau so we had to get everything set for his absence. The foreman will be laying down 12 long rows of sweet corn (if its dry enough) so we had to get the seeder functional. We slogged the new tractor over to the yard and hooked up the seeder-- driving it up to the barn. It used to be a double seeder, so that you could lay down a row of corn in one pass- but the boss took a tight turn last year and left half the machine sitting in a tree. Now it takes two passes per row. Sopping wet, but out of the rain-- we test ran the seeder. Last year the first crop of corn was too tightly packed, making for small ears of corn-- this year we're going to try 1 seed per foot to start things off.
I'm going to nerd out for a moment on the inner workings of this seeder, skip this paragraph if it isn't your thing. The seeder doesn't (surprisingly to me) need to be hooked into the tractors Power shaft. Start to finish- the seed is loaded into the bucket, channeled by a plate of steel with an opening sliced at the bottom, the seed pushes down against a steel rotating wheel with notches to catch one seed at a time. The caught seed is carried by the spinning wheel (dropping free the inevitable extra seeds on the way) to the top of the rotation, where it falls through a hole - tumbling along a shoot it is then dropped down the middle. Immediately in front of where the seed is dropped are two rotating steel harrowing wheels, they're angled to dig a trench for the seed to be dropped into. Behind where the seed drops, one (there should be two, one is missing) hooked flat steel plates push the dirt from along the sides covering over the seed. All the mechanics of the rotating seed catcher are powered by a tire rolling at the seeder's end- its rotating drives a sprocket and chain which lead to another sprocket and the seeder wheel. The spacing of the catch plate and size of the sprockets determine how quickly or slowly the seed is dropped as the tire rolls along.
We could not get this thing working correctly. Firstly, the seeder needed to be calibrated to drop the seeds 1 per foot. This was done by measuring the circumference of the seeder's tire, changing the size of the inner plates and outer chain and sprocket ratio, and then spinning the mechanism really fast until what-seems-like-a-good-enough-number of seeds fell out. Satisfied, we quickly realized some of the plates were rubbing together in the bad sort of way which would cause stripped screws and seized seeders. We salvaged the parts from the treed-half of the seeder and tried again. We greased everything up, only to find we'd ruined a good 100 seeds by getting them choked and clustered in engine grease. Still, the plates kept tightening wrong as the seeder went along.
So we called it a day.
Tomorrow might be picture day. Once this is all posted I'll go rummaging around to find the camera. Don't know how many pictures I'll get, as I don't want to be obtrusive/obnoxious. We'll see!
Onward tomorrow!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Surprises
Another sunny day.
I got to the farm early and painted up the front loader welds-- to my mild disappointment it seems the Boss took the toilet matter into his own hand. Can't say I wasn't looking forward to busting up some porcelain. Today was our first real dump day, so I dragged 6 trash cans full of junk that'd piled up over late winter/spring. Behind the farm store we had left a mound of shredded plastic field covers- I stuffed 'em by the armload into the Chevy van. Picked up the shattered porcelain piece by piece-- as you might guess it was a bit slow this morning.
By the time the Boss came around, I'd packed up everything and he was good to dump.
Bit of a surprise this morning, I hadn't noticed immediately but a new calf was born last night. Not an expected birth by any account. We didn't get our current bull until late fall-- he's still pretty young at that. He replaced the former bull sold last August-- who was even younger. Everyone figured the little guy was just too young to get the job done, seems not ( joke was: its like trying to get a 14yr old to impregnate an Oprah book club).
Checked out the calf from the fence, but I haven't gone in for a closer look yet.
Transplanted a big tray's worth of another eggplant variety for the rest of the morning-- really hope people want to buy it, we certainly are growing enough. We've adjusted the watering schedule a bit for the chocolate tomato plants- the foreman thought they'd been over saturated, essentially suffocating the roots from getting any air. So far it seems he was right- they've perked up considerably. Everything else is pushing along faster and faster, bok choi planting time has to be near- the Boss is consulting Bah on exactly how big they need to be before field planting.
The Boss was busy putting the finishing touches and testing out the boom-sprayer. It has a 200 gallon water/herbicide reservoir, then two 20ft steel arms lined with piping and nozzles that swing in and out. We filled up the tank to maybe 160 gallons of water then mixed in two bags of herbicide. It must mix all together in the tank- as that's all the prep it took- maybe the PTO from the tractor also churns the reservoir or something.
After lunch I was tied into grounds keeping. Brought the Boss's lawn mower over and got to work cutting down the grass and weeds surrounding the farm store. The Boss's brother and in-law have been digging out gardens all around the barn and store, so things are looking right out of a picture book.
Another little surprise. The Boss's father sold off a bit of land down the road maybe 4 decades ago (a practice the Boss ended, we're into the buying game now) and a tight series of housing developments were sunk in. There are a lot of families living there, and in the summer folks come walk around with strollers pretty regularly. I'm sure it nice, but these people...
While taking down the tall grass with the push mower, I must have ran over a year old diaper-- as one shredded out of the mulcher and peppered all over me. Deeelightful.
Finishing up, I took up the gas trimmer and cut down already-foot-long grass on the steep hills leading to the horses. I might have talked around them in the past- but yes, we have four horses-- two white mares, then two tannish long haired mares (stallions are more trouble than they're worth apparently). No idea what kind of horses they are specifically. They belong to a woman who boards in the main farmhouse with the Boss's brother and family. She works up the road as a researcher at the veterinary/livestock medicine university. She hooks them up to stagecoaches for summertime parades and commissioned events- the pay covers their upkeep so it all works out. The horses tend to mind their own business, idly wandering around grazing in the four fields by the barn.
Anyway- there are lots of hills and I was trimming away the rest of the day.
After I signed off my hours-- I ran over and gave the Boss's brother a hand scoping up the last of the winter debris cluttering up the yard around the farm store. We chatted about the new calf-- he of all people, minding the herd everyday, was especially surprised by the birth. Its hard to tell when these fat beef cows get pregnant, unless you're a doctor --and i don't think they take the whole herd in for yearly check-ups, so its mostly left to wait and see. The Brother is pretty jazzed to see the farm looking so good this year-- having me around through the kick off this year really freed up the Boss and Foreman to get major tractor work accomplished. We're sitting golden as we waltz into the growing season.
The Brother has two smaller open air tractors he uses mostly for picking up hay bales and drilling holes with his auger-- though he also has a serious bit of machinery: enclosed cab, front loader, bucket and expendable support legs. We loaded up his tractor until I was just pitching handfuls of gravel and dirt to the loader. He gave his favorite little expression "You're doing good work"-- meaning "stop playing in the dirt kid and go home."
I might try to get in early sometime this week and snap a few pictures of the farm. I was talking to a friend and it would be good to see a few before and after photos as the fields progress through the season.
Take it easy everybody.
I got to the farm early and painted up the front loader welds-- to my mild disappointment it seems the Boss took the toilet matter into his own hand. Can't say I wasn't looking forward to busting up some porcelain. Today was our first real dump day, so I dragged 6 trash cans full of junk that'd piled up over late winter/spring. Behind the farm store we had left a mound of shredded plastic field covers- I stuffed 'em by the armload into the Chevy van. Picked up the shattered porcelain piece by piece-- as you might guess it was a bit slow this morning.
By the time the Boss came around, I'd packed up everything and he was good to dump.
Bit of a surprise this morning, I hadn't noticed immediately but a new calf was born last night. Not an expected birth by any account. We didn't get our current bull until late fall-- he's still pretty young at that. He replaced the former bull sold last August-- who was even younger. Everyone figured the little guy was just too young to get the job done, seems not ( joke was: its like trying to get a 14yr old to impregnate an Oprah book club).
Checked out the calf from the fence, but I haven't gone in for a closer look yet.
Transplanted a big tray's worth of another eggplant variety for the rest of the morning-- really hope people want to buy it, we certainly are growing enough. We've adjusted the watering schedule a bit for the chocolate tomato plants- the foreman thought they'd been over saturated, essentially suffocating the roots from getting any air. So far it seems he was right- they've perked up considerably. Everything else is pushing along faster and faster, bok choi planting time has to be near- the Boss is consulting Bah on exactly how big they need to be before field planting.
The Boss was busy putting the finishing touches and testing out the boom-sprayer. It has a 200 gallon water/herbicide reservoir, then two 20ft steel arms lined with piping and nozzles that swing in and out. We filled up the tank to maybe 160 gallons of water then mixed in two bags of herbicide. It must mix all together in the tank- as that's all the prep it took- maybe the PTO from the tractor also churns the reservoir or something.
After lunch I was tied into grounds keeping. Brought the Boss's lawn mower over and got to work cutting down the grass and weeds surrounding the farm store. The Boss's brother and in-law have been digging out gardens all around the barn and store, so things are looking right out of a picture book.
Another little surprise. The Boss's father sold off a bit of land down the road maybe 4 decades ago (a practice the Boss ended, we're into the buying game now) and a tight series of housing developments were sunk in. There are a lot of families living there, and in the summer folks come walk around with strollers pretty regularly. I'm sure it nice, but these people...
While taking down the tall grass with the push mower, I must have ran over a year old diaper-- as one shredded out of the mulcher and peppered all over me. Deeelightful.
Finishing up, I took up the gas trimmer and cut down already-foot-long grass on the steep hills leading to the horses. I might have talked around them in the past- but yes, we have four horses-- two white mares, then two tannish long haired mares (stallions are more trouble than they're worth apparently). No idea what kind of horses they are specifically. They belong to a woman who boards in the main farmhouse with the Boss's brother and family. She works up the road as a researcher at the veterinary/livestock medicine university. She hooks them up to stagecoaches for summertime parades and commissioned events- the pay covers their upkeep so it all works out. The horses tend to mind their own business, idly wandering around grazing in the four fields by the barn.
Anyway- there are lots of hills and I was trimming away the rest of the day.
After I signed off my hours-- I ran over and gave the Boss's brother a hand scoping up the last of the winter debris cluttering up the yard around the farm store. We chatted about the new calf-- he of all people, minding the herd everyday, was especially surprised by the birth. Its hard to tell when these fat beef cows get pregnant, unless you're a doctor --and i don't think they take the whole herd in for yearly check-ups, so its mostly left to wait and see. The Brother is pretty jazzed to see the farm looking so good this year-- having me around through the kick off this year really freed up the Boss and Foreman to get major tractor work accomplished. We're sitting golden as we waltz into the growing season.
The Brother has two smaller open air tractors he uses mostly for picking up hay bales and drilling holes with his auger-- though he also has a serious bit of machinery: enclosed cab, front loader, bucket and expendable support legs. We loaded up his tractor until I was just pitching handfuls of gravel and dirt to the loader. He gave his favorite little expression "You're doing good work"-- meaning "stop playing in the dirt kid and go home."
I might try to get in early sometime this week and snap a few pictures of the farm. I was talking to a friend and it would be good to see a few before and after photos as the fields progress through the season.
Take it easy everybody.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Rocking in May
Back from the city, back to the farm.
Skies were clear this morning and the air heated up quick. I was early today (for once), the Boss gave me a bit of a shrug. There was a frost warning last night, so everything in the main greenhouse was covered up tight. I rolled up the cloths and checked in on the little guys--
all the peppers are looking hearty and they've tossed out their second pair of leaves. The plum tomatoes look pretty good too, growing straight, four strong leaves getting bigger-- there's a lot of talk and concern over the "chocolate cherry" tomato variety, maybe the frost cloth weighed too heavy on them or something didn't click right-- they're thin looking and a dozen or so have curled over dead (not a good survival rate as we only planter 80-90 of them). The swiss chard and broccoli I thinned out last week are chugging along, just over the weekend they've shot up and thickened out. The 16- 20 trays of bok choi- eighty plants to a tray- have erupted, the boss is planning to put them in the field (weather permitting) later this week. The cauliflower is coming along, and a few of the eggplants we planted last week have already poked through the soil.
Outside, the rainy nights/ warm sunny days have kicked everything into growing overdrive-- green trees, flowers, weeds-- it actually feels like May.
I didn't get a chance to check out the lower fields today, I forgot to mention it but the Foreman sunk in two rows of beets last week over by the beans, peas and strawberries.
The Boss was in great spirits, he plans on opening up the farm store mid-May, so only a few weeks to go. I moved all the remaining crap out of the store, swept up and vacuumed-- then spent some quality time putting down a fresh coat of paint on the concrete floor. My time in the art studio paid off somewhat, at least I know what to do with a roller and a can of paint. I finished up the store with time to spare before lunch.
Over the weekend the Boss had taken a bunch of odds and ends over to his buddy's shop for a bit of welding. We have several different types/generations of irrigation pipes, so he sawed usable connectors off of damaged pipes and had them joined to make little cross-pipe-type-connectors. I spent the rest of the morning smoothing out the sharp edges of the welds with a grinder, buzzed off a bit of the outer corrosion and slapped a coat of anti-corrosive paint on all of 'em.
The Boss's buddy also welded a few not-so-minor reinforcements to the new tractor's bucket- ten iron plates now run front to back along the sides and the underneath-- with how the rest of the day went, it was a pretty timely fix.
After lunch, I rode with the Foreman up to the hilltop fields. We headed over to the far side by a stone wall where we planted potatoes and some of the fall tomatoes last year. Up there things still look very bleak, only 5 rows of strawberries have been planted so far with maybe 35 bare dirt acres surrounding them (I think a round of sweet corn is going to be planted in the next few weeks).
It was time to rock. Bah came over with a seven foot iron rod (2in thick) and we started shimmying boulders from the field. The Foreman brought up the new tractor with the reinforced front loader and we cut 20ft rows through the field top to bottom. We filled the loader 2-3 times a row. It was hard work and the boulders seemed to only get bigger. Bah would lever his bar beneath a boulder buried in 3-4ft of dirt and heave, as the Foreman and I would lift, push and dig it free. Then we'd kick the tractor into gear and scoop it up-- much easier said than done. Bah giggled his head off each time- "600lbs, easy", "at least 800lbs." After the "that one is 1000lbs, careful" Bah stopped giggling and ended his weight tally. We picked up any stone bigger than a baseball- which meant every stone.
Collapsing on a dirt pile between loads, we chatted away-- Bah questioned me about everything from "did I go to college" to "what do you do over winter" to "hows your girlfriend." We peed in the woods. Drank all our water-- Bah should be too old for this kind of work, but this man is tough as dirt.
5 hours of slogging stones and the Foreman finally called it a day. Bah and I walked back through the peach orchard. The trees have flowered and the blooms almost weigh down the branches. Bah inspected the 40 new trees we planted maybe a month ago- buds have started growing and a handful even started to open their pink flowers.
Back at the yard the Boss had attached the boom-sprayer to the old tractor and was giving its tubing and nozzles an overhaul. Later this week we're bound to get some of the heavy rains that have worked their way across the country- the Boss wants to get some weeds sprayed down so the water will help the herbicide seep in.
The floor was still drying in the store, so I closed her up and tidied up around outside. 2 jobs I have to remember for tomorrow morning--
1. Paint the back of the plate welds (new ring attachment oo boy!) on the reinforced front loader with anti-corrosive.
2. Take up the mallet and smash the old toilet to bits so it can go to the dump
Long day calls for tall beers, catch ya tomorrow.
Skies were clear this morning and the air heated up quick. I was early today (for once), the Boss gave me a bit of a shrug. There was a frost warning last night, so everything in the main greenhouse was covered up tight. I rolled up the cloths and checked in on the little guys--
all the peppers are looking hearty and they've tossed out their second pair of leaves. The plum tomatoes look pretty good too, growing straight, four strong leaves getting bigger-- there's a lot of talk and concern over the "chocolate cherry" tomato variety, maybe the frost cloth weighed too heavy on them or something didn't click right-- they're thin looking and a dozen or so have curled over dead (not a good survival rate as we only planter 80-90 of them). The swiss chard and broccoli I thinned out last week are chugging along, just over the weekend they've shot up and thickened out. The 16- 20 trays of bok choi- eighty plants to a tray- have erupted, the boss is planning to put them in the field (weather permitting) later this week. The cauliflower is coming along, and a few of the eggplants we planted last week have already poked through the soil.
Outside, the rainy nights/ warm sunny days have kicked everything into growing overdrive-- green trees, flowers, weeds-- it actually feels like May.
I didn't get a chance to check out the lower fields today, I forgot to mention it but the Foreman sunk in two rows of beets last week over by the beans, peas and strawberries.
The Boss was in great spirits, he plans on opening up the farm store mid-May, so only a few weeks to go. I moved all the remaining crap out of the store, swept up and vacuumed-- then spent some quality time putting down a fresh coat of paint on the concrete floor. My time in the art studio paid off somewhat, at least I know what to do with a roller and a can of paint. I finished up the store with time to spare before lunch.
Over the weekend the Boss had taken a bunch of odds and ends over to his buddy's shop for a bit of welding. We have several different types/generations of irrigation pipes, so he sawed usable connectors off of damaged pipes and had them joined to make little cross-pipe-type-connectors. I spent the rest of the morning smoothing out the sharp edges of the welds with a grinder, buzzed off a bit of the outer corrosion and slapped a coat of anti-corrosive paint on all of 'em.
The Boss's buddy also welded a few not-so-minor reinforcements to the new tractor's bucket- ten iron plates now run front to back along the sides and the underneath-- with how the rest of the day went, it was a pretty timely fix.
After lunch, I rode with the Foreman up to the hilltop fields. We headed over to the far side by a stone wall where we planted potatoes and some of the fall tomatoes last year. Up there things still look very bleak, only 5 rows of strawberries have been planted so far with maybe 35 bare dirt acres surrounding them (I think a round of sweet corn is going to be planted in the next few weeks).
It was time to rock. Bah came over with a seven foot iron rod (2in thick) and we started shimmying boulders from the field. The Foreman brought up the new tractor with the reinforced front loader and we cut 20ft rows through the field top to bottom. We filled the loader 2-3 times a row. It was hard work and the boulders seemed to only get bigger. Bah would lever his bar beneath a boulder buried in 3-4ft of dirt and heave, as the Foreman and I would lift, push and dig it free. Then we'd kick the tractor into gear and scoop it up-- much easier said than done. Bah giggled his head off each time- "600lbs, easy", "at least 800lbs." After the "that one is 1000lbs, careful" Bah stopped giggling and ended his weight tally. We picked up any stone bigger than a baseball- which meant every stone.
Collapsing on a dirt pile between loads, we chatted away-- Bah questioned me about everything from "did I go to college" to "what do you do over winter" to "hows your girlfriend." We peed in the woods. Drank all our water-- Bah should be too old for this kind of work, but this man is tough as dirt.
5 hours of slogging stones and the Foreman finally called it a day. Bah and I walked back through the peach orchard. The trees have flowered and the blooms almost weigh down the branches. Bah inspected the 40 new trees we planted maybe a month ago- buds have started growing and a handful even started to open their pink flowers.
Back at the yard the Boss had attached the boom-sprayer to the old tractor and was giving its tubing and nozzles an overhaul. Later this week we're bound to get some of the heavy rains that have worked their way across the country- the Boss wants to get some weeds sprayed down so the water will help the herbicide seep in.
The floor was still drying in the store, so I closed her up and tidied up around outside. 2 jobs I have to remember for tomorrow morning--
1. Paint the back of the plate welds (new ring attachment oo boy!) on the reinforced front loader with anti-corrosive.
2. Take up the mallet and smash the old toilet to bits so it can go to the dump
Long day calls for tall beers, catch ya tomorrow.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Half day
Well I certainly picked the wrong day to split early. Lots of sun, lots of growing and lots needed doing.
When I got in I transplanted a whole bunch more of a chinese variety of eggplant- long skinny ones.
The whole work crew headed out to a landscaping job at a house bordering on the far edge of the farm. Worked like a devil trying to get everything squared away before lunch. Of course we didn't get to everything. I worked through lunch like agreed and now I am bus bound.
Took for a guilt trip by the boss, on account of coming in a little too late too many times in a row. Ugh its gonna be a long time before I can ask another favor/day off after that little chew out.
Off we go, off we go. See ya next week.
When I got in I transplanted a whole bunch more of a chinese variety of eggplant- long skinny ones.
The whole work crew headed out to a landscaping job at a house bordering on the far edge of the farm. Worked like a devil trying to get everything squared away before lunch. Of course we didn't get to everything. I worked through lunch like agreed and now I am bus bound.
Took for a guilt trip by the boss, on account of coming in a little too late too many times in a row. Ugh its gonna be a long time before I can ask another favor/day off after that little chew out.
Off we go, off we go. See ya next week.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Irrigating Days
Today was a big day in getting the irrigation set and operational.
I never did get a chance to finish the top coat of gloss and anti-corrosive on my 40ft pipe. Too late now. Its half submerged in the main pond.
Just to further document my Sistine Chapel of pipe- its about maybe a foot in diameter and thick aluminum. On one end I used the disk cutter to saw off the old steel braces and rubber extender, then took the wire grinder to the corrosion and rust (aluminum rusts? maybe the end bits are some kind of alloy). I replaced the rubber end with a new clearish ribbed plastic pipe extension. Used some machine grease to lubricate the pipe end so i could slide the plastic pipe over it, then braced it in position with two new stainless steel coil and bar contraptions that you tighten with two bolts. At the other end of the plastic pipe I lubed up and pushed on the galvanized steel coupler that attaches to the water pump-- I also reinforced the coupler with two steel braces. Okay. So.
The other end of the mega pipe has an enormous steel block of pipe. This end is the part we tie the empty keg to, and sink the whole mess into the pond center to suck up the water for irrigation.
Today started off with me and the foreman fabricating a new basket to go around the mouth of the steel pipe block- it filters out some of the larger pond weeds that might clog the water pump. I took 2 sheets of perforated sheet metal and bent them into the semblance of a cylinder, then after measuring to match the opening's circumference I bolted together the sheets with four nuts and bolts (with double washers). The foreman and me then took another perforated sheet and traced a circle matching one end of the cylinder- then cut it with the wheel. We dropped 3 maybe 1 & 1/2foot screws through the new cage top and cylinder into the holes drilled in the pipe block. Bolted it all in place, then took some lengths of wire and further reinforced the cage top (its bottom really) with the cylinder sheet. Finished it and the pipe was good enough to go. We carried the monster down the hill into the horse field, I tied on the keg and we pushed the cage end into the pond.
The boss rolled up in the old tractor and we headed to the barn to get the water pump- we dragged it out of the workshop and hitched it up to the tractor. Back in the yard of the main greenhouse the foreman went over all the valves and couples, while we drained then replaced the oil. Good to go.
We brought the pump down to the pond and set 2 full cinder-blocks and two half blocks (and a board) beneath the pump-- to give it support and a good connection angle to the tractor. The foreman attached the PTO shaft (which turns, giving the tractor's engine power to the water pump)-- the cinder-blocks kept the shaft straight which keeps the pump and connections/tractor from rattling too much.
The boss primed the pump while me and the foreman scampered off along the main irrigation artery double checking the plugs. We uncoupled one end, which leads to the pipe that passes beneath one of the pavement roads bisecting the farm. The boss kicked on the pump and we purged the pipes up to that point of all the crap and dirt they'd gathered over winter. We recoupled the pipes and repeated the purging process along the artery on the other side of the road. Everything all green and go.
The wind really started kicking up, occasional showers too, as we began testing the water guns and drip lines. I played message ferret running between the boss and the foreman. Start the water. Stop it. Start Stop etc etc. I grabbed a quarter inch wrench and a length of wire and joined the foreman. We kicked the water pressure to high gear and got all the water guns running- or most of them. I ran along the pipe length unclogging the water nozzles with the wire as they ran. I was drenched in a minute- which was perhaps fortunate as it started to downpour. At least I was already used to it. In the rain we marched through the strawberry fields checking and adjusting their drip lines. Marked all the brakes and kept trucking.
Lunch time never came too soon.
Somewhat dryer, I came back and found my cigarette lighter was outta fuel-- kinda fitting as things progressed. The rain had died down over lunch, so the foreman and I marched around the pond and started laying down the galvanized steel pipe leading over the hill. We attached them into the pipe system they left at the hill top, which covered and irrigated all the corn fields last year-- this year its mostly strawberries so far.
Apparently ( i assume at least) the water pump isn't strong enough to cover the lower fields and upper fields at the same time, so we ran the pipe up and left a couple big elbow joints by where we'd trade off attachments to the pump. The whole pipe process blossomed into a great round of foreman passive aggression- long sighs and frustration.
When it started to pour hard, and the wind really kicked up-- I almost would have preferred to be outside. Instead, the foreman and I sat in mutual silence transplanting three varieties of eggplant for the rest of the day.
Though it wasn't all bad. Got in some quality time with the boss, as he gave me the lowdown on pump mechanics and the art of good piping (gasket maintenance is key). Out in the fields, the 3000 strawberries we planted are really starting to respond- most have opened out their three leaves and are growing more. The 12 rows of snap peas have poked out of the ground. At some point the foreman laid down 2 rows of spinach and a row of kale- all are through the ground and green. Checked on my faba beans and they're progressing-the boss dug a bean up for a little sprout anatomy/comedy lesson. Bah was out perfecting the hay placement on the strawberries planted last fall-- the same ones I swept open in march-- they're all big and green and growing up fast. The lower fields at least are starting to look like a farm again, and not a dirt wasteland. Still 2/3rds of the space is empty there, but hey, looking better.
Narrative aside so not to forget-- the boss told me about some frost protecting techniques using the irrigation system. We still are in cold snap territory and with all these plants popping up- running the drips and sprinklers overnight (when properly placed) prevents any hard frost from developing over the buds and fragile bits of the plants. Just that narrow gap of degrees between freezing air and 40 degree water is enough to make the difference. The boss stared off at the hills, his face ashen, as he described loosing thousands of strawberries (and many more potential thousands of dollars) in a matter of hours due to unchecked frosts.
Also, third outbreak of poison ivy this season!
I'm heading off for the weekend, so I'm tucking out of work early tomorrow. Got a tight schedule, but I'll try to give a quick recap of the morning before I bus out.
I never did get a chance to finish the top coat of gloss and anti-corrosive on my 40ft pipe. Too late now. Its half submerged in the main pond.
Just to further document my Sistine Chapel of pipe- its about maybe a foot in diameter and thick aluminum. On one end I used the disk cutter to saw off the old steel braces and rubber extender, then took the wire grinder to the corrosion and rust (aluminum rusts? maybe the end bits are some kind of alloy). I replaced the rubber end with a new clearish ribbed plastic pipe extension. Used some machine grease to lubricate the pipe end so i could slide the plastic pipe over it, then braced it in position with two new stainless steel coil and bar contraptions that you tighten with two bolts. At the other end of the plastic pipe I lubed up and pushed on the galvanized steel coupler that attaches to the water pump-- I also reinforced the coupler with two steel braces. Okay. So.
The other end of the mega pipe has an enormous steel block of pipe. This end is the part we tie the empty keg to, and sink the whole mess into the pond center to suck up the water for irrigation.
Today started off with me and the foreman fabricating a new basket to go around the mouth of the steel pipe block- it filters out some of the larger pond weeds that might clog the water pump. I took 2 sheets of perforated sheet metal and bent them into the semblance of a cylinder, then after measuring to match the opening's circumference I bolted together the sheets with four nuts and bolts (with double washers). The foreman and me then took another perforated sheet and traced a circle matching one end of the cylinder- then cut it with the wheel. We dropped 3 maybe 1 & 1/2foot screws through the new cage top and cylinder into the holes drilled in the pipe block. Bolted it all in place, then took some lengths of wire and further reinforced the cage top (its bottom really) with the cylinder sheet. Finished it and the pipe was good enough to go. We carried the monster down the hill into the horse field, I tied on the keg and we pushed the cage end into the pond.
The boss rolled up in the old tractor and we headed to the barn to get the water pump- we dragged it out of the workshop and hitched it up to the tractor. Back in the yard of the main greenhouse the foreman went over all the valves and couples, while we drained then replaced the oil. Good to go.
We brought the pump down to the pond and set 2 full cinder-blocks and two half blocks (and a board) beneath the pump-- to give it support and a good connection angle to the tractor. The foreman attached the PTO shaft (which turns, giving the tractor's engine power to the water pump)-- the cinder-blocks kept the shaft straight which keeps the pump and connections/tractor from rattling too much.
The boss primed the pump while me and the foreman scampered off along the main irrigation artery double checking the plugs. We uncoupled one end, which leads to the pipe that passes beneath one of the pavement roads bisecting the farm. The boss kicked on the pump and we purged the pipes up to that point of all the crap and dirt they'd gathered over winter. We recoupled the pipes and repeated the purging process along the artery on the other side of the road. Everything all green and go.
The wind really started kicking up, occasional showers too, as we began testing the water guns and drip lines. I played message ferret running between the boss and the foreman. Start the water. Stop it. Start Stop etc etc. I grabbed a quarter inch wrench and a length of wire and joined the foreman. We kicked the water pressure to high gear and got all the water guns running- or most of them. I ran along the pipe length unclogging the water nozzles with the wire as they ran. I was drenched in a minute- which was perhaps fortunate as it started to downpour. At least I was already used to it. In the rain we marched through the strawberry fields checking and adjusting their drip lines. Marked all the brakes and kept trucking.
Lunch time never came too soon.
Somewhat dryer, I came back and found my cigarette lighter was outta fuel-- kinda fitting as things progressed. The rain had died down over lunch, so the foreman and I marched around the pond and started laying down the galvanized steel pipe leading over the hill. We attached them into the pipe system they left at the hill top, which covered and irrigated all the corn fields last year-- this year its mostly strawberries so far.
Apparently ( i assume at least) the water pump isn't strong enough to cover the lower fields and upper fields at the same time, so we ran the pipe up and left a couple big elbow joints by where we'd trade off attachments to the pump. The whole pipe process blossomed into a great round of foreman passive aggression- long sighs and frustration.
When it started to pour hard, and the wind really kicked up-- I almost would have preferred to be outside. Instead, the foreman and I sat in mutual silence transplanting three varieties of eggplant for the rest of the day.
Though it wasn't all bad. Got in some quality time with the boss, as he gave me the lowdown on pump mechanics and the art of good piping (gasket maintenance is key). Out in the fields, the 3000 strawberries we planted are really starting to respond- most have opened out their three leaves and are growing more. The 12 rows of snap peas have poked out of the ground. At some point the foreman laid down 2 rows of spinach and a row of kale- all are through the ground and green. Checked on my faba beans and they're progressing-the boss dug a bean up for a little sprout anatomy/comedy lesson. Bah was out perfecting the hay placement on the strawberries planted last fall-- the same ones I swept open in march-- they're all big and green and growing up fast. The lower fields at least are starting to look like a farm again, and not a dirt wasteland. Still 2/3rds of the space is empty there, but hey, looking better.
Narrative aside so not to forget-- the boss told me about some frost protecting techniques using the irrigation system. We still are in cold snap territory and with all these plants popping up- running the drips and sprinklers overnight (when properly placed) prevents any hard frost from developing over the buds and fragile bits of the plants. Just that narrow gap of degrees between freezing air and 40 degree water is enough to make the difference. The boss stared off at the hills, his face ashen, as he described loosing thousands of strawberries (and many more potential thousands of dollars) in a matter of hours due to unchecked frosts.
Also, third outbreak of poison ivy this season!
I'm heading off for the weekend, so I'm tucking out of work early tomorrow. Got a tight schedule, but I'll try to give a quick recap of the morning before I bus out.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Not Yet May
Yesterday was the first warm full sun day of the season and already I'm sunburned to a crisp, so it goes.
Got to the farm early this morning, kicked around the greenhouse with Bah for a bit- finishing up on the basil transplanting. The Boss rolled up and wouldn't you know it. Just when you think its over- more burning.
I piled up the brush from behind the greenhouse and hill/wall that separates the yard from the horse grazing field. The morning was warm with almost no wind, so not bad conditions for a fire- especially considering that the wood is piled along the wood's edge by one of the smaller ponds/streams that feed into the main pond. Its pretty swamp around there, thick mud and lots of skunk cabbage.
Before the fire was even lit, I joined up with the Foreman and we got started spreading compost-- soon wished I was burning instead. We shoveled two front-loaders worth of compost onto the row of gooseberries. I had a terrible shovel and the going was slow. Our compost is deep brown/black, with a lot of half burned logs, trash, and chunks of pavement mixed in-- had to pick out this junk as we went along.
The day really started to heat up- it was over 80F in the field. Poor Bah was stuck in the greenhouse where its usually a good 10-15 degrees warmer than outside.
The Foreman and I took the tractor to the day neutral strawberry field, down back where there are 10 rows of raspberries alongside where we planted the cabbage, brussel sprouts and cauliflower last year. We built up another pile for burning with all the brush we brought in a wagon from one of landscaping jobs. After kicking the hitch pins around for a while it was back to compost. In this same field, there are an additional 5 rows of raspberries in a sad state towards the field's center. Apparently the foreman and boss planted them a few years ago in attempt to improve the soil quality in that area- it didnt work. We lay down 7-8 front loaders worth of compost.
After lunch, we finished up all the compost and the problems started. The boss came by and we started laying out and attaching up the irrigation pipes/water guns and drip valves. The Boss was angry. He and the Foreman were at each others throats all afternoon-- I played the role of little brother, i.e. getting dumped on by everyone.
Inside the pipes are rubber rings and circle springs that needed to be checked and/or replaced in every 30ft length of pipe. We laid out alternating water gun/ blank pipe/ water gun /blank, with 3in pipe halfway down the field- then put in a reduction piece then repeated the pattern with 2in pipe.We put in plug pieces on all the open pipe ends. We cut the extra lengths of drip line at the end of the fields that had them back to 3 ft and put in stoppers. The drip lines are all new in these fields so they wont need purging. Lots of shouting and names flew as we marched up and down the rows- moron being the second most popular word.
The main irrigation arteries are all set and ready to go. The pipes we laid in the fields are aluminum, whereas the main pipes leading there are galvanized steel. 30ft of galvanized steel is very very heavy, but also very tough and weather resistant- most of our steel pipes are 60+ years old.
The main pond is located in the center of one of the horse fields, unfortunately. So this year the Boss wanted to change where the main pipes go through the field stone/barbed wire fencing that keeps in the horses. Years past, he has threaded the pipes through the slats of a steel gate, but he's getting old and prefers walking through a gate rather than climb over it. The foreman brought round the old tractor and we flipped 700lb stones. The biggest rock we wrapped in chain attached to the front loader. Somehow the tractor didnt flip and the chain held as it dangled over our heads during a very tense shout match/ stone wall building session. One length of steel pipe goes underneath a dirt tractor road, so we excavated it and dug a new trench.
At this point the foreman had his fill of stern shout downs and calmly lost it. He drove off in the tractor across one of the harrowed still vacant fields toward the parking lot. He coolly circled around the farm stand several times in the tractor as the boss shouted his brains out. Me and the boss stood surrounded in horse shit as we watched the Foreman spin the tractor in circles. I was convinced the foreman had gone berserk and on the next pass he'd start tearing the barn or farm stand to pieces with the front loader. He finally returned with a cigarette smoking, apparently he'd forgot them in his car.
Surprisingly, the aggression remained passive from here on out. The foreman and I carried out and attached the steel pipes from the new fence entrance to the iron steering wheel valve, then from the valve some 200ft to where the water pump will go.
I got paid today. And after the boss stared a long time, folding unfolding and refolding the check, the foreman was also paid. We packed up and closed the green house- end of the day.
Got to the farm early this morning, kicked around the greenhouse with Bah for a bit- finishing up on the basil transplanting. The Boss rolled up and wouldn't you know it. Just when you think its over- more burning.
I piled up the brush from behind the greenhouse and hill/wall that separates the yard from the horse grazing field. The morning was warm with almost no wind, so not bad conditions for a fire- especially considering that the wood is piled along the wood's edge by one of the smaller ponds/streams that feed into the main pond. Its pretty swamp around there, thick mud and lots of skunk cabbage.
Before the fire was even lit, I joined up with the Foreman and we got started spreading compost-- soon wished I was burning instead. We shoveled two front-loaders worth of compost onto the row of gooseberries. I had a terrible shovel and the going was slow. Our compost is deep brown/black, with a lot of half burned logs, trash, and chunks of pavement mixed in-- had to pick out this junk as we went along.
The day really started to heat up- it was over 80F in the field. Poor Bah was stuck in the greenhouse where its usually a good 10-15 degrees warmer than outside.
The Foreman and I took the tractor to the day neutral strawberry field, down back where there are 10 rows of raspberries alongside where we planted the cabbage, brussel sprouts and cauliflower last year. We built up another pile for burning with all the brush we brought in a wagon from one of landscaping jobs. After kicking the hitch pins around for a while it was back to compost. In this same field, there are an additional 5 rows of raspberries in a sad state towards the field's center. Apparently the foreman and boss planted them a few years ago in attempt to improve the soil quality in that area- it didnt work. We lay down 7-8 front loaders worth of compost.
After lunch, we finished up all the compost and the problems started. The boss came by and we started laying out and attaching up the irrigation pipes/water guns and drip valves. The Boss was angry. He and the Foreman were at each others throats all afternoon-- I played the role of little brother, i.e. getting dumped on by everyone.
Inside the pipes are rubber rings and circle springs that needed to be checked and/or replaced in every 30ft length of pipe. We laid out alternating water gun/ blank pipe/ water gun /blank, with 3in pipe halfway down the field- then put in a reduction piece then repeated the pattern with 2in pipe.We put in plug pieces on all the open pipe ends. We cut the extra lengths of drip line at the end of the fields that had them back to 3 ft and put in stoppers. The drip lines are all new in these fields so they wont need purging. Lots of shouting and names flew as we marched up and down the rows- moron being the second most popular word.
The main irrigation arteries are all set and ready to go. The pipes we laid in the fields are aluminum, whereas the main pipes leading there are galvanized steel. 30ft of galvanized steel is very very heavy, but also very tough and weather resistant- most of our steel pipes are 60+ years old.
The main pond is located in the center of one of the horse fields, unfortunately. So this year the Boss wanted to change where the main pipes go through the field stone/barbed wire fencing that keeps in the horses. Years past, he has threaded the pipes through the slats of a steel gate, but he's getting old and prefers walking through a gate rather than climb over it. The foreman brought round the old tractor and we flipped 700lb stones. The biggest rock we wrapped in chain attached to the front loader. Somehow the tractor didnt flip and the chain held as it dangled over our heads during a very tense shout match/ stone wall building session. One length of steel pipe goes underneath a dirt tractor road, so we excavated it and dug a new trench.
At this point the foreman had his fill of stern shout downs and calmly lost it. He drove off in the tractor across one of the harrowed still vacant fields toward the parking lot. He coolly circled around the farm stand several times in the tractor as the boss shouted his brains out. Me and the boss stood surrounded in horse shit as we watched the Foreman spin the tractor in circles. I was convinced the foreman had gone berserk and on the next pass he'd start tearing the barn or farm stand to pieces with the front loader. He finally returned with a cigarette smoking, apparently he'd forgot them in his car.
Surprisingly, the aggression remained passive from here on out. The foreman and I carried out and attached the steel pipes from the new fence entrance to the iron steering wheel valve, then from the valve some 200ft to where the water pump will go.
I got paid today. And after the boss stared a long time, folding unfolding and refolding the check, the foreman was also paid. We packed up and closed the green house- end of the day.
State of the Farm
We started getting things running mid-March, which isn't too bad. Here's the list (in vague order) of what we've done up until today:
Cleared and piled up brush from field edges (both growing fields and cow fields). (Took many days)
Seeded tomatoes in trough trays, set in the greenhouse attached to the Boss's house.
Cleared wreckage of main greenhouse- heavy snows this winter and too much junk. Folded up remains of the plastic covering- saved in the barn.
I had a fun day lightly raking off the hay covering over the strawberry fields planted last fall. Gotta be careful, loosening up the snow-packed hay so that the little strawberry plants can breath and get a little sun, but still leave enough on there that the sun doesn't heat the black plastic ground cover too much. We have ten double rows of strawberries- each row maybe 400 yards long. 5 rows are in the field down the hill from the Boss's house, the other 5 rows are up on the big hill across from the farm stand, pond and horse grazing.
Cleaned out farm-store and kitchen.
Patched up Second Greenhouse in the Boss's yard. Got into the bucket of the tractor's front loader, lifted me up so I could tape over some holes. Swept the area and put down cleaned heat padding. (Boss went over the propane heater)
Got up on the ladder and took off the damaged aluminum bows of the damaged greenhouse. Three bows are twisted up really bad. Once they're unattached the center-beam mercifully went straight again (the joys of aluminum). I drilled new bolt holes and reattach the semi-damaged bows. I bent cross support beams back into straight with a little help from the tractor. Bent back the damaged small brace beams and bolted them into place. Greenhouse is still open to the elements, no plastic cover- space is still packed full of tools and junk just weathering it out.
The Foreman and I laid out trays for transplanting in the second greenhouse and filled all the 2x2 containers with soil. Laid the trays out on the heat-reflector padding filling up the 3 rows 2 trays deep. Soaked the soil thoroughly, so they'd be ready. Raked and swept out the walking paths.
Transplanting day. The foreman has been in and out taking a few days off a week to stay with his girlfriend in the city- before the season really gets started. He can't get out of transplanting though. Me, the Boss and Foreman take the germinated tomato plants out of their racks of troughs and replant them individually in little cup trays. There are maybe 8-10 big tomato varieties (didn't do the cherry tomato varieties yet). It took us some long days to get all 5,000+ plants transplanted. The nights were still cold so the Boss lights the second greenhouse's heater to keep the inside above freezing.
Boss and I trim back the blackberry fields on the hill near his house, across the street from the farm stand. I clip and pile, while the Boss brought the tractor with a drag rake attachment down the aisles. We trim around the Boss's backyard and garden too.
Much more clearing brush. Separate scrap metal- pile up the junk left in the barn and with the broken and unrepairable bows and bits from the damaged greenhouse.
Burning days begin. Maybe 2-3 piles a day depending on sizes. We get permit early when the offices open, then lite up right away. Boss uses the tractor's front loader to heft up the pile's center and we light up old papers and magazines underneath- then douse liberally with diesel fuel. These days aren't too bad- just sit around tending the fire. Drag more loose brush over, push around and keep things burning. Right at the beginning is always best- the bushes and small dry brush light fast and the flames easily clear 15feet. I usually stand around with a rake putting out the grass before we have a wildfire on our hands. Visit the beehives- no activity yet its still too cold. Several streams on the property all feed into several small ponds- it doesnt even feel like work sitting on a rock, having a cigarette, watching the streams as the fire goes about its business. Lit several fires in the cow fields and get up close and personal with the herd. The cows are aloof, except for Rosie- who the boss bottle-fed as a calf, she likes to be pet. I don't mind giving her a scratch, but her sides were caked in shit-stains. The young bull is a different matter- he didn't like me trying to shoo him from the fire and i quickly decided he could do as he pleased. Three days in a row of straight burning, I smelt like a wet log. First Poison ivy rashes of the year!
Friend of mine comes and helps out for a week.
We light more fires in the pouring rain- miserable, but bearable with the company.
The new parts for the damaged greenhouse finally arrive and we bolt together the new bows. The old ones had a T like shape to their structure, these new ones are pipes- oh well. I'm back on the ladder and we drill new holes and bolt all the bows into place. We drill again and get all the new crossbeams in attached. All ready for plastic covering.
Me and my buddy get set on fencing detail. Some wild rose bushes have overwhelmed a decrepit barbed wire fence separating a cow field from a hill of old blueberry bushes. We cut back the bushes just enough to muscle out the staples, and then yank, tug and kick the posts out of the ground. Most have rotted through so it goes quick (some didn't and I kicked and swore at one for a full twenty minutes before i tore it loose). The foreman brought round the tractor and tied a chain to the barbed wire and yanked it out of the rose bush thicket. Me and friend coiled up the wire (to varied success). Now we can bring the rotor blade and tractor through and chew up all these wild bushes.
The bosses brother is retired and for the most part tends the cows, but at 79 he's still good in a back-ho and tractor so he's been tearing up the field edges dragging out endless brush.
More burning.
Friend and I get busy separating usable irrigation pipe from the damaged. The pile where they left the pipes last year was completely overgrown with bittersweet and vines, so the going was slow. The usable 2in, 3in and 5in pipe all set up on wood palates. It started pouring rain so we headed to the barn to strip and sand the produce wagons we commandeered for the CSA last season.
We reorganize the barn.
Move more junk from the damaged greenhouse and more burning.
My friend returns home, thoroughly fine with never working on a farm again.
The greenhouse cover arrives. The foreman ties rope to an over-sized wrench and throws the guidelines over the greenhouse. We drag the cover over and into place. The boss and foreman argue endlessly and finally, after what seems like hours we get the clips attached. We cut off the excess plastic and tape down the loose ends. The ends of our greenhouses usually have wood frames, which are then reinforced and covered over with plywood. I nail strips of wood over the plastic and into the frame to further hold tight the cover. Our weather comes from the west and we have a pretty steady wind from that way- so we really prepped the hell out of the greenhouse's west side. Whew, I wont be on ladders blowing in the breeze over rickety bows anymore.
Clean out the now repaired main greenhouse and rake out the debris. We stretch out the floor cloth and start laying out the palates so we can put down trays and get more seeds germinating.
Plant like crazy days. We plant cherry tomatoes, plum tomatoes, peppers of many varieties, lettuce, kale, broccoli, swiss chard and cauliflower. All this is set in the repaired main greenhouse. Nights are cold here and there so we rig up a system doubling over gauze plant covers and irrigation pipes on cinder blocks so we can slide something over the plants to keep more heat in. More touch ups on the green house and start patching up holes that have already mysteriously poked through the greenhouse cover.
The foreman cut trenches where we are going to plant 3 double rows of day neutral strawberries- which means they'll bear berries later in the season than normal. We shoveled compost and ash out of the tractors front loader down all three rows. I'm feverish and hallucinating the whole way.
I'm sick for three days.
Landscaping days. Back when the Boss was getting started as a younger man he took on landscaping jobs to get some extra revenue in during the lean months. He doesn't like to do it but hey, that's what me and the foreman are for. Still, he only keeps on a few families who are good customers of the farm. So me and the foreman go rent gas-powered leaf blower backpacks and get to work cleaning up some houses for spring.We rake out the acorns and blow the rest into the woods. Miserable work.
Back to work and Bah, the old Vietnamese man is back for the season. He's 59ish and the saying goes anything you can do, no matter how fast or how hard you try- Bah does twice as fast effortlessly. And no matter how tired you are or how hungover or slow you're going, the high school summer help will still work only half as fast. Speaking of, a tall high school guy has some days off and helps out. We trim a few rows of one of the raspberry fields and rake and trim the Gooseberries and Currants (There are only one row of each).
Work over the weekend to help pick up the slack from my sick week. The peach trees have arrived. Tall high school, the Boss, Bah and me space and mark the rows and hand dig the holes (for some reason we don't use the tractor *which is stupid the Boss's wife pointed out*). We plant 40 peach trees with a hearty mix of soil, compost and ashes from the burnings. Now the Boss brought round the tractor and we filled the front loader 4 times with all the field stones we could lift out of the orchard (there are another 120-160 peach trees in the orchard, some are nearly strong/old enough to let them fruit). More burning and more brush clearing (the fun of burning is over by now). Poison Ivy sets hold on me for the second time so far this season.
The foreman has turned in the compost, dirt and ash for the day neutral strawberries, so Tall High school and me lay down the drip line. This quickly becomes more difficult than it should be and 20ft segments of the line are damaged beyond use. High winds blow the 600yard line everywhere. We put staple like stakes around the line every 50ft and use rocks every 3 ft. Not a great job there.
Tall High School goes to look at colleges and then back to classes, so its just the core group again. The foreman has been harrowing fields constantly up to this point, and seeded 12 rows of snap peas. He cut two shallow trenches next to these rows and I seed the faba beans by hand- apparently the beans are too big to fit in the seeder.
Misty day, more burning next to a dry dead pine forest- not wet enough for me not to have a heart attack as embers stream into the pines. I sat in the smoke and pine needles waiting- but nothing happened. No forest fires today.
Not as windy, so the Foreman and I pull out the staples on the drip line and toss off the weight rocks at the rows of soon to be strawberries. We pick through and get all the sticks, sharp and large rocks out of the rows. With the boss we hitch up the plastic layer and grab our shovels. Everything that could go wrong with a machine does. We were left pushing and pulling the plastic layer while frantically throwing shovels full of dirt down on the plastic's edges. We plan to plant the strawberries on a slight mound for a number of reasons, but regardless the arrangement made the layer machine next to useless. After a day we finally got all the plastic laid, but had to go around on our knees to tighten the entire length of all 3 rows. The field's positioned at the foot of a hill by the boss's house, so a wind out of the west tends to roll off the hill and hit from the north. So we buried the north edge of the rows like we were building a bunker.
More landscaping- but the day was interrupted when strawberry plants were delivered. Two boxes of two different day neutral varieties. 3000 plants. So we got to work fast. Bah had been out trimming the many raspberry, blackberry and blueberry fields the past 3 weeks or so- it was good to finally see him again. He's like a quiet well meaning father that doesn't speak much English. The day was still foggy at this point so we grabbed trays of plants and our trowels and just headed out. Punch through the plastic, dig a hole, drop in the roots- make sure they go straight down (and gently), then fill in the dirt without ripping plastic-- repeat 3000 times. The sun came out and Bah brought a bucket of water and burlap sacks. We dipped the sacks in the buckets and draped them over the unplanted strawberry plants to keep the roots from drying out. The Foreman brought out his ipod and we worked along just fine. We planted 2 rows that day, 2000 plants- so all of one variety and a third of the other.
Finished planting the remaining 1000 strawberries. Cleaned out the yard around the main greenhouse- where most of the tractor attachments are left to sit. We have 2 tractors now. The CSA has been very successful the past couple years so the Boss got a new John Deere even though the old one is still working (though probably on its last legs). He's very proud that the new one has a radio. Typically, the boss is off in the new one while the Foreman is off in the old tractor- I'm walking around helping whoever grabs me first. We drag out the main 40ft aluminum irrigation pipe. One end has a basket (we tie an empty keg around it for buoyancy) and is dropped into the center of the pond. The pond is stream fed so it is always at a decent enough level even during dry years (like last year). The other end of the pipe is attached to the water pump, which is powered by a tractor. All the irrigation starts here. The pipe has aged a bit last year and needed some major care if it was going to see any use. So I setup with a wire grinder and started by shaving off all the mineral deposits and corrosion on the pipe. I set it up on saw horses in the yard and it was a pretty pleasant enough day. It was clear by the end though, that the entire submerged end of the pipe was riddled with holes. The boss got a sticky adhesive patch putty- the foreman and I spent the rest of the afternoon filling cuts, big slices, pin sized holes and quarter sized ones.
More rain. Set up another two lines of wood palates in the main greenhouse. Laid out the trays and filled them full of soil. This greenhouse is back to normal and pretty spiffed up too. Bah seeded all the Bok Choi, while I went through and thinned out the Swiss Chard and Broccoli- I guess someone was a little sloppy seeding them, as multiple plants were growing out of most of the little cups. I pulled out the weak ones to die- oh boy. Watering duty. Then the boss and I rearranged the main greenhouse and brought all sorts of unnecessary crap down to the workshop in the barn. We arranged the tables and tools in the greenhouse again and we could fit another full row of wood palates. The remaining palates had been left out all winter and rotted through so he bought more and we laid them out. After more sweeping things were looking good.
Laid out more trays on the new palates and put in the soil. The soil has to be loosened as it comes compressed and dry to the bone. So, once i have the trays out I always have to soak the soil thoroughly. Three passes, each time until they pool on top usually does it. Weeks ago the foreman brought all new hoses from his house-- a couple of them are the crimp free type, so they don't knot up every five seconds and break the flow. The boss brought down six of his "children", which are enormous potted rosemary plants (trees really) he kept growing at home all winter. Greenhouse smells pretty good now. Lucy, the Boss's female Weimaraner, found the carcass of something bigger than her and spent the morning rolling in it until the Boss took the picked it up in the front-loader and dropped it on top of a propane tank.
Which about brings us to today, which was a morning full of landscaping. In the afternoon I put two coats of aluminum anti-corrosive primer on my 40ft pipe. Me and Bah started transplanting the basil plants, while the foreman rigged up the valves for the drip lines. It was a little too soon, but the boss had me start the final coat of paint on the pipe which had to stop halfway through due to lack of enough paint. More happened but I'm tired and work is tomorrow.
That's everything I could remember (more certainly happened). In the future I'm going to try and post daily what we're doing and why: with a bit more specific details as to the why. I also want to flesh out what it's like working on this particular farm with these people. Future posts won't be nearly this long, but I wanted to get some semblance of what's been going on down on digital paper. This is all as much for my memory and use as yours, but read away!
Cleared and piled up brush from field edges (both growing fields and cow fields). (Took many days)
Seeded tomatoes in trough trays, set in the greenhouse attached to the Boss's house.
Cleared wreckage of main greenhouse- heavy snows this winter and too much junk. Folded up remains of the plastic covering- saved in the barn.
I had a fun day lightly raking off the hay covering over the strawberry fields planted last fall. Gotta be careful, loosening up the snow-packed hay so that the little strawberry plants can breath and get a little sun, but still leave enough on there that the sun doesn't heat the black plastic ground cover too much. We have ten double rows of strawberries- each row maybe 400 yards long. 5 rows are in the field down the hill from the Boss's house, the other 5 rows are up on the big hill across from the farm stand, pond and horse grazing.
Cleaned out farm-store and kitchen.
Patched up Second Greenhouse in the Boss's yard. Got into the bucket of the tractor's front loader, lifted me up so I could tape over some holes. Swept the area and put down cleaned heat padding. (Boss went over the propane heater)
Got up on the ladder and took off the damaged aluminum bows of the damaged greenhouse. Three bows are twisted up really bad. Once they're unattached the center-beam mercifully went straight again (the joys of aluminum). I drilled new bolt holes and reattach the semi-damaged bows. I bent cross support beams back into straight with a little help from the tractor. Bent back the damaged small brace beams and bolted them into place. Greenhouse is still open to the elements, no plastic cover- space is still packed full of tools and junk just weathering it out.
The Foreman and I laid out trays for transplanting in the second greenhouse and filled all the 2x2 containers with soil. Laid the trays out on the heat-reflector padding filling up the 3 rows 2 trays deep. Soaked the soil thoroughly, so they'd be ready. Raked and swept out the walking paths.
Transplanting day. The foreman has been in and out taking a few days off a week to stay with his girlfriend in the city- before the season really gets started. He can't get out of transplanting though. Me, the Boss and Foreman take the germinated tomato plants out of their racks of troughs and replant them individually in little cup trays. There are maybe 8-10 big tomato varieties (didn't do the cherry tomato varieties yet). It took us some long days to get all 5,000+ plants transplanted. The nights were still cold so the Boss lights the second greenhouse's heater to keep the inside above freezing.
Boss and I trim back the blackberry fields on the hill near his house, across the street from the farm stand. I clip and pile, while the Boss brought the tractor with a drag rake attachment down the aisles. We trim around the Boss's backyard and garden too.
Much more clearing brush. Separate scrap metal- pile up the junk left in the barn and with the broken and unrepairable bows and bits from the damaged greenhouse.
Burning days begin. Maybe 2-3 piles a day depending on sizes. We get permit early when the offices open, then lite up right away. Boss uses the tractor's front loader to heft up the pile's center and we light up old papers and magazines underneath- then douse liberally with diesel fuel. These days aren't too bad- just sit around tending the fire. Drag more loose brush over, push around and keep things burning. Right at the beginning is always best- the bushes and small dry brush light fast and the flames easily clear 15feet. I usually stand around with a rake putting out the grass before we have a wildfire on our hands. Visit the beehives- no activity yet its still too cold. Several streams on the property all feed into several small ponds- it doesnt even feel like work sitting on a rock, having a cigarette, watching the streams as the fire goes about its business. Lit several fires in the cow fields and get up close and personal with the herd. The cows are aloof, except for Rosie- who the boss bottle-fed as a calf, she likes to be pet. I don't mind giving her a scratch, but her sides were caked in shit-stains. The young bull is a different matter- he didn't like me trying to shoo him from the fire and i quickly decided he could do as he pleased. Three days in a row of straight burning, I smelt like a wet log. First Poison ivy rashes of the year!
Friend of mine comes and helps out for a week.
We light more fires in the pouring rain- miserable, but bearable with the company.
The new parts for the damaged greenhouse finally arrive and we bolt together the new bows. The old ones had a T like shape to their structure, these new ones are pipes- oh well. I'm back on the ladder and we drill new holes and bolt all the bows into place. We drill again and get all the new crossbeams in attached. All ready for plastic covering.
Me and my buddy get set on fencing detail. Some wild rose bushes have overwhelmed a decrepit barbed wire fence separating a cow field from a hill of old blueberry bushes. We cut back the bushes just enough to muscle out the staples, and then yank, tug and kick the posts out of the ground. Most have rotted through so it goes quick (some didn't and I kicked and swore at one for a full twenty minutes before i tore it loose). The foreman brought round the tractor and tied a chain to the barbed wire and yanked it out of the rose bush thicket. Me and friend coiled up the wire (to varied success). Now we can bring the rotor blade and tractor through and chew up all these wild bushes.
The bosses brother is retired and for the most part tends the cows, but at 79 he's still good in a back-ho and tractor so he's been tearing up the field edges dragging out endless brush.
More burning.
Friend and I get busy separating usable irrigation pipe from the damaged. The pile where they left the pipes last year was completely overgrown with bittersweet and vines, so the going was slow. The usable 2in, 3in and 5in pipe all set up on wood palates. It started pouring rain so we headed to the barn to strip and sand the produce wagons we commandeered for the CSA last season.
We reorganize the barn.
Move more junk from the damaged greenhouse and more burning.
My friend returns home, thoroughly fine with never working on a farm again.
The greenhouse cover arrives. The foreman ties rope to an over-sized wrench and throws the guidelines over the greenhouse. We drag the cover over and into place. The boss and foreman argue endlessly and finally, after what seems like hours we get the clips attached. We cut off the excess plastic and tape down the loose ends. The ends of our greenhouses usually have wood frames, which are then reinforced and covered over with plywood. I nail strips of wood over the plastic and into the frame to further hold tight the cover. Our weather comes from the west and we have a pretty steady wind from that way- so we really prepped the hell out of the greenhouse's west side. Whew, I wont be on ladders blowing in the breeze over rickety bows anymore.
Clean out the now repaired main greenhouse and rake out the debris. We stretch out the floor cloth and start laying out the palates so we can put down trays and get more seeds germinating.
Plant like crazy days. We plant cherry tomatoes, plum tomatoes, peppers of many varieties, lettuce, kale, broccoli, swiss chard and cauliflower. All this is set in the repaired main greenhouse. Nights are cold here and there so we rig up a system doubling over gauze plant covers and irrigation pipes on cinder blocks so we can slide something over the plants to keep more heat in. More touch ups on the green house and start patching up holes that have already mysteriously poked through the greenhouse cover.
The foreman cut trenches where we are going to plant 3 double rows of day neutral strawberries- which means they'll bear berries later in the season than normal. We shoveled compost and ash out of the tractors front loader down all three rows. I'm feverish and hallucinating the whole way.
I'm sick for three days.
Landscaping days. Back when the Boss was getting started as a younger man he took on landscaping jobs to get some extra revenue in during the lean months. He doesn't like to do it but hey, that's what me and the foreman are for. Still, he only keeps on a few families who are good customers of the farm. So me and the foreman go rent gas-powered leaf blower backpacks and get to work cleaning up some houses for spring.We rake out the acorns and blow the rest into the woods. Miserable work.
Back to work and Bah, the old Vietnamese man is back for the season. He's 59ish and the saying goes anything you can do, no matter how fast or how hard you try- Bah does twice as fast effortlessly. And no matter how tired you are or how hungover or slow you're going, the high school summer help will still work only half as fast. Speaking of, a tall high school guy has some days off and helps out. We trim a few rows of one of the raspberry fields and rake and trim the Gooseberries and Currants (There are only one row of each).
Work over the weekend to help pick up the slack from my sick week. The peach trees have arrived. Tall high school, the Boss, Bah and me space and mark the rows and hand dig the holes (for some reason we don't use the tractor *which is stupid the Boss's wife pointed out*). We plant 40 peach trees with a hearty mix of soil, compost and ashes from the burnings. Now the Boss brought round the tractor and we filled the front loader 4 times with all the field stones we could lift out of the orchard (there are another 120-160 peach trees in the orchard, some are nearly strong/old enough to let them fruit). More burning and more brush clearing (the fun of burning is over by now). Poison Ivy sets hold on me for the second time so far this season.
The foreman has turned in the compost, dirt and ash for the day neutral strawberries, so Tall High school and me lay down the drip line. This quickly becomes more difficult than it should be and 20ft segments of the line are damaged beyond use. High winds blow the 600yard line everywhere. We put staple like stakes around the line every 50ft and use rocks every 3 ft. Not a great job there.
Tall High School goes to look at colleges and then back to classes, so its just the core group again. The foreman has been harrowing fields constantly up to this point, and seeded 12 rows of snap peas. He cut two shallow trenches next to these rows and I seed the faba beans by hand- apparently the beans are too big to fit in the seeder.
Misty day, more burning next to a dry dead pine forest- not wet enough for me not to have a heart attack as embers stream into the pines. I sat in the smoke and pine needles waiting- but nothing happened. No forest fires today.
Not as windy, so the Foreman and I pull out the staples on the drip line and toss off the weight rocks at the rows of soon to be strawberries. We pick through and get all the sticks, sharp and large rocks out of the rows. With the boss we hitch up the plastic layer and grab our shovels. Everything that could go wrong with a machine does. We were left pushing and pulling the plastic layer while frantically throwing shovels full of dirt down on the plastic's edges. We plan to plant the strawberries on a slight mound for a number of reasons, but regardless the arrangement made the layer machine next to useless. After a day we finally got all the plastic laid, but had to go around on our knees to tighten the entire length of all 3 rows. The field's positioned at the foot of a hill by the boss's house, so a wind out of the west tends to roll off the hill and hit from the north. So we buried the north edge of the rows like we were building a bunker.
More landscaping- but the day was interrupted when strawberry plants were delivered. Two boxes of two different day neutral varieties. 3000 plants. So we got to work fast. Bah had been out trimming the many raspberry, blackberry and blueberry fields the past 3 weeks or so- it was good to finally see him again. He's like a quiet well meaning father that doesn't speak much English. The day was still foggy at this point so we grabbed trays of plants and our trowels and just headed out. Punch through the plastic, dig a hole, drop in the roots- make sure they go straight down (and gently), then fill in the dirt without ripping plastic-- repeat 3000 times. The sun came out and Bah brought a bucket of water and burlap sacks. We dipped the sacks in the buckets and draped them over the unplanted strawberry plants to keep the roots from drying out. The Foreman brought out his ipod and we worked along just fine. We planted 2 rows that day, 2000 plants- so all of one variety and a third of the other.
Finished planting the remaining 1000 strawberries. Cleaned out the yard around the main greenhouse- where most of the tractor attachments are left to sit. We have 2 tractors now. The CSA has been very successful the past couple years so the Boss got a new John Deere even though the old one is still working (though probably on its last legs). He's very proud that the new one has a radio. Typically, the boss is off in the new one while the Foreman is off in the old tractor- I'm walking around helping whoever grabs me first. We drag out the main 40ft aluminum irrigation pipe. One end has a basket (we tie an empty keg around it for buoyancy) and is dropped into the center of the pond. The pond is stream fed so it is always at a decent enough level even during dry years (like last year). The other end of the pipe is attached to the water pump, which is powered by a tractor. All the irrigation starts here. The pipe has aged a bit last year and needed some major care if it was going to see any use. So I setup with a wire grinder and started by shaving off all the mineral deposits and corrosion on the pipe. I set it up on saw horses in the yard and it was a pretty pleasant enough day. It was clear by the end though, that the entire submerged end of the pipe was riddled with holes. The boss got a sticky adhesive patch putty- the foreman and I spent the rest of the afternoon filling cuts, big slices, pin sized holes and quarter sized ones.
More rain. Set up another two lines of wood palates in the main greenhouse. Laid out the trays and filled them full of soil. This greenhouse is back to normal and pretty spiffed up too. Bah seeded all the Bok Choi, while I went through and thinned out the Swiss Chard and Broccoli- I guess someone was a little sloppy seeding them, as multiple plants were growing out of most of the little cups. I pulled out the weak ones to die- oh boy. Watering duty. Then the boss and I rearranged the main greenhouse and brought all sorts of unnecessary crap down to the workshop in the barn. We arranged the tables and tools in the greenhouse again and we could fit another full row of wood palates. The remaining palates had been left out all winter and rotted through so he bought more and we laid them out. After more sweeping things were looking good.
Laid out more trays on the new palates and put in the soil. The soil has to be loosened as it comes compressed and dry to the bone. So, once i have the trays out I always have to soak the soil thoroughly. Three passes, each time until they pool on top usually does it. Weeks ago the foreman brought all new hoses from his house-- a couple of them are the crimp free type, so they don't knot up every five seconds and break the flow. The boss brought down six of his "children", which are enormous potted rosemary plants (trees really) he kept growing at home all winter. Greenhouse smells pretty good now. Lucy, the Boss's female Weimaraner, found the carcass of something bigger than her and spent the morning rolling in it until the Boss took the picked it up in the front-loader and dropped it on top of a propane tank.
Which about brings us to today, which was a morning full of landscaping. In the afternoon I put two coats of aluminum anti-corrosive primer on my 40ft pipe. Me and Bah started transplanting the basil plants, while the foreman rigged up the valves for the drip lines. It was a little too soon, but the boss had me start the final coat of paint on the pipe which had to stop halfway through due to lack of enough paint. More happened but I'm tired and work is tomorrow.
That's everything I could remember (more certainly happened). In the future I'm going to try and post daily what we're doing and why: with a bit more specific details as to the why. I also want to flesh out what it's like working on this particular farm with these people. Future posts won't be nearly this long, but I wanted to get some semblance of what's been going on down on digital paper. This is all as much for my memory and use as yours, but read away!
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