Monday, August 4, 2014

Harvesting the Crops

Its a stretch to say we're "Harvesting the Crops", for sure.  

Last year, I planted three horseradish roots.  Horseradish is supposed to be the kind of plant that will grow just about anywhere, under any conditions, but two didn't survive the winter, and the one that did is barely hanging on.  The next I plant will be where there is more sunshine.

The rhubarb Pam planted this year is also hanging in there.  I suspect it will do fine by next year.

Pam planted several blueberry bushes which seem to be doing well.  Perhaps too well.  Something is eating all the ripe berries.  Birds maybe?

Our 45 watt solar array keeps the battery I snagged out of the dump truck charged nicely.  I have an inverter, so we can use power tools and such.

Pam's little garden.  This is all we had time for this year.  The little rock wall actually keeps out dogs out of there.  They recognize that they have to stay "outside".

But from this little garden, Pam is about to get a bumper crop of tomatoes.  If true to form, they will all ripen on the same day.

Her most successful vegetable so far are cucumbers.  She's already picked bagfuls,  and has canned many.

But our most abundant crop is still rocks.   Rocks, rocks, and more rocks.  As soon as I get the green light from my doctor, I will go back to gathering rocks and building walls.  If anyone is in need of any rocks, please come and  help yourselves. 

Where you see the treeline in the photo above is where we cut trees for firewood.  Again, as soon as the doctor says I can get back to physical activity, I need to get Bessie the Tractor and drag out the trees we cut last year, and make room to cut more trees for next year.

Its hard to believe that its August already.   Where has the summer gone?


  1. I had just written a great humorous comment, and lost the comment when trying to enter my profile. Grrrr. I'll rewrite it and post it later.

  2. Dave, have too many rocks? Just do what my old friend did years back. He got himself one of those Rock Hounds. What he'd do would be to harness his Rock Hound to his wagon loaded with undesirable, ill-placed nuisance rocks, affix a long stick with a piece of meat on it dangling about 3 feet in front of the Rock Hound. Then, when it was time to transfer the rock-filled wagon to the dump point, he said it was all he could do to keep up with the wagon as it swerved to the left, then right, then left, as the meat swayed to and fro. When at the dump site, he would run to the front with a large piece of gourmet hamburger and give it to the Rock Hound. As the wagon was now still, he would unlatch the rear gate and dump the rocks. Of course, this process was repeated almost endlessly. Unfortunately, there was still one large rock remaining when the exhausted Rock Hound died. My friend gave the Rock Hound a burial befitting a tireless, faithful Rock Hound. He spent an hour lugging that last rock to the grave, and placed the rock atop the grave as a memorial to his back-saving Rock Hound.