Pinto Beans

The photo is of some of the pinto beans I grew this year. The seed

was open pollinated and probably half of this crop will be used

for next years crop. There is nothing like sorting pounds of

dried beans that you have grown yourself. You know their

history and their promise.

Odd Weekend Fun

Helped Carolyn and Mike grade their driveway last weekend.

Bill rode the grader while Mike drove the truck. This

piece of machinery looks like a pile of really unsafe junk and

works like a charm. And was fun too.

The Weeds Are Winning

Not having blogged in a while I figured I'd dive back in

with photos of this years garden.

I planted a potager this year - can never seem to do just

rows. But after weeding this lovely design I'd like something

I can just run the tiller through.

The chard was beautiful, plentiful and very tasty.

Scarlet runner beans for the hummingbirds from lasts years seed.

Early sunflowers.

Many of the sunflowers were volunteers this year. I just left

them when they were coming up. You can never have too

many - just ask the birds and the bees!

Just waiting for the bumper crop of tomatoes. Started

my own seed this year and was sceptical when I put those

scrawny little plants in the ground.

Seeds are the most amazing things to me. You just place

a tiny thing in the earth (or pots) and life just springs

forth. Preparing your beds for them takes a little time

but is worth it. You fuss over them a little as they are

coming up. They are little bits of faith and hope. I love

gardening. It slows you down and fills you with wonder.

Warm weather and birds

No photographs this week. Was abnormally

warm for the 1st of March. The sort of

weather that puts you in a little panic about planting your

garden - so much to do and nothing is ready yet. Then

you realize that if you were planting everything this past

weekend we'd probably have snow next week, so it can wait.

My favorite part of the first warm weather days is sleeping with

my bedroom window open. You never know what sort of wildlife

things you will hear. And I love waking up to the birds in the wee

hours. I awoke about 5:30 on Sunday morning and listened and then

I think I woke up Bill and said "Where are all the birds?"

From childhood on there were sooo many birds making noise in

the morning that you didn't have to wake up to hear them - they woke you

up. This year there were a few but not the usual cacophony that

I'm used to hearing. I am deeply saddened by the state of my

little piece of earth. I am sad that people don't have any idea of what

is going away. I'm blessed to have such a quiet retreat in the hills away from

the traffic and people but it appears to be sneaking its way into every

little thing. Sad, sad, sad and I really miss the birds.

Burn Baby Burn

I love how the daffodils from compost heaps past

keep on coming up. Look close - they're everywhere.

Decided to take the last two weekends in April to clear

another area in the back forty.

This pile included part of a huge old apple tree.


Bill pushed it all together. Two days later there was

nothing but ash.

Yusuf came up to help this past Saturday. Bill gave him

some pointers on the fine art of using a chain saw.

Then they split what they'd cut.

I put up some pea fence.

They continued to split. It's nice to have the

help of a young back.

Later we met friends at the Shelburne Falls Bowling Alley.

This is what it's all about.

Visiting Tammy at the bar.

Then to Ollie's across the street for dinner.

Yusuf trying out what turned out to be HIS new espresso machine.

Sunday started burning a new pile and cleaning out

all of the trees and shrubs to the stone wall.

Burn, burn, burn.

We stayed til Monday because we just had to take

advantage of burn season.

We cleared to the wall on the other side of the road entrance.

The only thing left there now is an old, old apple tree.

The dogs love it here.

Here's a view of the whole spot. Difficult to judge

unless you've spent some time here but it really feels

good to see where the old pasture once was.

This is the view from the new clearing.

The one thing I can say about doing this is that I

still haven't quite recovered from working that

hard over a period of 2 days. I'm sure I will go up

this weekend, sit in one of the Adirondack chairs and

be very pleased with what we've accomplished.

Then I will be planning for next burn season!

New Equipment

Bill had to use the new splitter this week to split some

of the wood we cut down last week.

It's sweet.

And I bought a tiller from Florence that I can use. Did the
first pass this past weekend. Told Bill I'm ready to till
the entire yard!

I see a much larger garden this year - for many reasons.

Weekend of March 27

Haven't had the time to blog so I will catch up a little.

Bill's inspecting some of the work the beavers have done

on a nearby damn. He thinks he may just wait

for them to clear off the parcel he's been eyeing. We'll

just drag the trees out debarked ready to cut and split.

Russell called early on Saturday morning - since he didn't

sugar this year he needed to spend a day playing with Bill.

He drove his tractor over so we could use the winch to

haul some trees up the bank.

Bill uses a cant hook to try and get the logs over some rocks.

Bill using the winch to keep tension on a huge ash while

Russ cuts it down.

I think Russell just came over with his tractor to make

Bill want one even more.

Limbing up the trees, ready for burning.

Both in their safety gear.

Bill's new splitter. A little higher and able to split those

bigger logs standing up.

We burned all of the brush we had on Sunday with the help

of Manda and Yusuf.

Easter weekend we actually did nothing but eat. A weekend of

rest.