Friday 5 July 2013

Snakes in the Greenhouse

growth everywhere!
I've wanted a greenhouse for a very long time. Now that we have one, it's a joy. I grew salad greens that lasted in there through the winter (with covers). For the first time since we've been in Cape Breton I've had tomatoes ripen on the vine, and my peppers love it. So to do the snakes, rodents and ants. Once again I'm faced with attempting to control wildlife and looking for the most natural way to do it. I've put ant traps in, chemicals, I know, but they are not sprayed and can just sit on the edges of the beds. The snakes I think I'll just learn to live with. My guess is that they are there not only for the warmth, but they are probably eating some of the insect life and perhaps even the rodents. I'm covering the exposed ground outside of the beds with cardboard and newspapers to keep the growth down. This in turn should diminish the appeal of the place for critters that were living in the long grasses that were growing up. Once more, I'm trying to find a way to work with it instead of fighting it all the time.
This "live and let live" approach is not one of laziness. Far from it! It is necessary. I have no money for equipment and machinery, and I have limited time to work the farm. With 42 acres, we are just letting most of it be wild and are more seriously just trying to work the area around the house and barn.
This scraggly looking greenhouse is improving all the time  
 
 
                    

Learning to love my jungle

After a month of grey, rainy weather, the garden is slowly growing, but the weeds and grasses are taking over. Without a lot of time to deal with it, I can easily get overwhelmed. More and more though, I'm learning to try and work with it instead. For instance, I see the Clovers, Vetch and Yarrow exploding at the edge of the garden. Tall grasses are shooting up through the fence. It looks like a jungle. When I think of it that way, my instinct is to get in there and rip all that stuff out. The key word is it "looks" like a jungle. Does the garden care? Actually, yesterday with  the sun finally coming through, the plants are growing madly. They don't seem concerned with the messiness. Then, when I stop to look at those "invasive" flowers, I see they are being visited by bees. In fact, the bees are loving them. Sure, I'll pull some of the weeds just to avoid too much competition, but for the most part I'll leave it alone. Having the garden look tidy and neat satisfies my human desire for order, but is not necessarily what the garden needs. It needs the pollinators more than it needs to look pretty.

When I first began gardening here with our clay and rock, I laboured with my shovel, fed up, frustrated and exhausted. Then I caught on. Don't dig, just build up. Ever since, I've been piling the old bedding from the animals around the garden, and using it to mulch everything like crazy. My happy little flock of free range chickens then comes in. They scratch it all around, eating the bugs and breaking it up to fine bits. I just leave it alone and let it break down. In a year or so, I have a whole new garden area virtually ready to go, with very little work on my end (other than hauling all the bedding over there in the wheelbarrow). Even better, is that the earth worms love it, so they get in there and start working the clay from underneath, improving it all the time.

This area has incredible wild Roses. They grow along roadsides making fantastic thorny tangles literally drowning in fragrant flowers. I have to do a bit of strategic planting to encourage them at our place, but now I'm going to let them spread. They make a wonderful animal barrier for the road side. I'm hoping that eventually, these and Blackberries will wrap a good chunk of our road edge, keeping the animals in, giving something to the birds and the bees and berries for us.

Buttercups and Snow Peas
Ripening blueberries...Yum!
A jungle of Clovers, Buttercups, Vetch and Wild Roses, all growing at the base of a Plum Tree.
As humans we do have a desire to control, shape and dictate how and where things should be. It's quite liberating to just let the farm be what it wants instead of fighting with it. We do guide, nudge and steer it so that it is pleasant and efficient enough for us too,  but working with it instead of against it is so much healthier for us all. It's a slower way to go. It would be faster to just get at it with machines and chemicals but I find this slower method of working with nature quite magical to experience, and it works for me. It's a slow, gradual building, but the results are quite magnificent. It also feels so good to know I'm providing a little sanctuary for the birds, bees and other creatures that are increasingly faced with the hostile world of habitat loss and poisons. In the end though, we seem to be reaping higher yields every year from our farm, and I'm seeing the quality of the soil and growth improve all the time.

Wednesday 3 July 2013

Super moon June 2013

Tonight, I stood in the twilight in a field of Buttercups, Daisies and tall grasses. Fireflies lit up the field like hundreds of twinkling fairy lights or like tiny sparks shooting through the air. Amazing, a beautiful sight. Our dog Roxy wove in and out of the long wet grass, rushing over to "nose me" and wiping doggie wetness all over my legs. The sky is grey, but I'm watching for the rising "SuperMoon" that is coming tonight. I know I'm early, but it does make me tune in to the sky more closely. It's truly beautiful tonight.

Goat flipping July 2013

Maeve and I spent a few hours in Port Hawkesbury today flipping a goat in the back of our car every ten minutes. Somehow, I really doubt that anyone else that I know has actually done this. We took a young kid into the vet to get him castrated. The vet gave him a sedative, which knocked him out totally flat in the back of our car, and then he did it right there. After it was done, it looked like we had a dead goat. There was blood splattered around the back of the car, the little guy had blood on his white hair, and he still lay there flat out. Afterwards, the vet told me that we would need to flip him every ten minutes to keep fluid from pooling in him. We had a few errands that needed doing, as we don't go to Port Hawkesbury that often. So there we were in the Walmart parking lot flipping a goat. I then dashed into the store, bought a few things, dashed back out only to find our previously secluded parking spot now had a guy in a truck eating ice cream right behind it. Very aware of the attention we would cause flipping a bloody, dead looking goat in the Walmart parking lot, I quickly relocated and we did our task. I spent the next hour or so dashing around town, doing my errands in 10 minute intervals, flipping the little guy in between. In the Canadian Tire parking lot we had a car sporting the happy phrase "Just Married" beside us. We relocated to an obscure spot beside the dumpster not wanting to shock the happy couple. Sometimes my life feels so different from the ordinary!