Hello folks. How are things in your corner of the globe? After a long layoff, the Farmer is back. Things are slowing in my day job, so now it's time to focus on the firewood for next year, getting ready for maple sugaring season and kidding time in the goat barn.
As the human children get bigger both the Farmer and Gatherer are continuing with our coaching duties in the softball, baseball and basketball programs here in town. It's fun to see our kids enjoying the benefits of growing up on a farm and getting the opportinities to play sports, a luxury for sure.
My latest project was installing a snow plow on my pickup truck. Back in 1996 I bought a 1964 International Scout with a plow for $50. It needed lots of work, but I had it running the first day, and it kept our driveway plowed for fifteen years. A good investment for sure. Last winter I decided it was time to enjoy power steering, a heater and brakes on my plow truck. So I traded the old Scout with another local farmer for a manure spreader. So it forced me to get a plow for my work truck, which I did. Let it snow.
I'll post some pics soon, so you can see the new sights here at Juniper Hill Farm.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Peanut Butter & Toilet Paper
The bounty of the growing season has been good. Potatoes stored in the dark corner of the cellar. The freezers full: corn, rhubarb, green beans and pork. The canning rack sags under the rows of maple syrup, applesauce, pickles and canned vegetables.
Now, more than ever before, we are enjoying home grown meals. A typical fall supper at our house might include new potatoes, fresh picked broccoli, baked kale, buttercup squash and fresh goat's milk. Only the salt and the butter came from the grocery store. This year the kids really enjoy a meal they helped to plant in the spring, weed through the summer and pick fresh for the supper table.
Pulling a sweet carrot right out of the dirt and eating it on the walk back from the garden is hard to beat. It makes you really appreciate how we humans come from dirt, spend most of our life eating from it and eventually become dirt again when we die. A real circle of life.
This year we have stored away more food than ever before. Mostly it is our growing kids that remind us of how important our natural food is. We got a great potatoe crop from the 8 shared rows of Kennebec potatoes we planted in some new ground at the Old Homestead. Grammie & Grampa Wheeler spent lots of hours vacuuming potatoe bugs off the tender plants. Thats one way to avoid sprays. The carrots really needed to be thinned a little more, so they didn't do quite as well as we had hoped. After a second planting of sweet corn, the crop came a little late, but continued into early October. The pumpkins did well enough and some of the squash did too. The cucumbers were unstoppable, in fact we just had some cucumber slices for lunch today on October 25th!
As with any family, no matter the generation, there are some things that we just haven't learned how to make for ourselves. Here at Juniper Hill Farm, when we are out of toilet paper and peanut butter it's time to take a little cash and stop by the local grocery store. Nearly everything else can wait.
Why don't we all set a goal for the coming year to do for ourselves, become more self-sufficient and enjoys the fruits of our labors all year long.
Good Luck.
"Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden." ~ O.S.Card
Now, more than ever before, we are enjoying home grown meals. A typical fall supper at our house might include new potatoes, fresh picked broccoli, baked kale, buttercup squash and fresh goat's milk. Only the salt and the butter came from the grocery store. This year the kids really enjoy a meal they helped to plant in the spring, weed through the summer and pick fresh for the supper table.
Pulling a sweet carrot right out of the dirt and eating it on the walk back from the garden is hard to beat. It makes you really appreciate how we humans come from dirt, spend most of our life eating from it and eventually become dirt again when we die. A real circle of life.
This year we have stored away more food than ever before. Mostly it is our growing kids that remind us of how important our natural food is. We got a great potatoe crop from the 8 shared rows of Kennebec potatoes we planted in some new ground at the Old Homestead. Grammie & Grampa Wheeler spent lots of hours vacuuming potatoe bugs off the tender plants. Thats one way to avoid sprays. The carrots really needed to be thinned a little more, so they didn't do quite as well as we had hoped. After a second planting of sweet corn, the crop came a little late, but continued into early October. The pumpkins did well enough and some of the squash did too. The cucumbers were unstoppable, in fact we just had some cucumber slices for lunch today on October 25th!
As with any family, no matter the generation, there are some things that we just haven't learned how to make for ourselves. Here at Juniper Hill Farm, when we are out of toilet paper and peanut butter it's time to take a little cash and stop by the local grocery store. Nearly everything else can wait.
Why don't we all set a goal for the coming year to do for ourselves, become more self-sufficient and enjoys the fruits of our labors all year long.
Good Luck.
"Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden." ~ O.S.Card
Monday, September 19, 2011
A country boy can Survive
"I'd like to spit some Beechnut in that dude's eye, or shoot him with my old 45" - Hank Williams, Jr.
Nicely said Bocephus, this is a real country boy anthem, "A Country Boy Can Survive". Now to all us out here, men or women, we have different ideas of what it means to survive. To some it means making it to payday with a few bucks left in their pocket. While others try to make it through work so they can stop for a six-pack of Bud Lite on the way home. Rambo was clearly a survivor, but he might have gone too far. That IS surviving, but that's not for me.
Now on the farm, survival is not guaranteed, just ask the rooster. He decided that he was the boss of the hen house and that the little girl collecting eggs was a threat to his position. In case your guessing, the rooster had about 5 seconds to consider his position before I showed him the way to the deep freeze. Just a note to all you other fathers and farmers out there, wait until the kids are gone, it will be easier that way. But make no mistake about it, I'M THE BOSS AROUND HERE. (I asked my wife if I could write that, and she said it was OK.)
Now as winter nears, I am proud to be able to grow vegetables for my family, put up six cord of hardwood for the winter heating season and to put meat on the table. I do the chores twice a day, every day, without complaint. At our farm, work is not a four letter word, instead, it is by hard work that we get the best reward.
Nicely said Bocephus, this is a real country boy anthem, "A Country Boy Can Survive". Now to all us out here, men or women, we have different ideas of what it means to survive. To some it means making it to payday with a few bucks left in their pocket. While others try to make it through work so they can stop for a six-pack of Bud Lite on the way home. Rambo was clearly a survivor, but he might have gone too far. That IS surviving, but that's not for me.
Now on the farm, survival is not guaranteed, just ask the rooster. He decided that he was the boss of the hen house and that the little girl collecting eggs was a threat to his position. In case your guessing, the rooster had about 5 seconds to consider his position before I showed him the way to the deep freeze. Just a note to all you other fathers and farmers out there, wait until the kids are gone, it will be easier that way. But make no mistake about it, I'M THE BOSS AROUND HERE. (I asked my wife if I could write that, and she said it was OK.)
Now as winter nears, I am proud to be able to grow vegetables for my family, put up six cord of hardwood for the winter heating season and to put meat on the table. I do the chores twice a day, every day, without complaint. At our farm, work is not a four letter word, instead, it is by hard work that we get the best reward.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Where has the spring gone?
As spring is racing onward, summer is coming soon. Here are just a few of the things that I've been doing around the farm these last three weeks.
Spread hen manure on hay fields at homestead.
Traded a pony & saddle for $200 and a milk goat.
Cleaned front yard at Oak Hill.
Mowed grass a couple of times.
Rototilled and spread compost on home garden.
Doctoring some lambs and a visit from the vet.
Went fishing a couple of times.
Van and house struck by lightning. The van was 9 years old and has left behind 6 stranded passengers. Funeral services will be announced at a later date.
Around 25 baseball and softball games for the kids.
Entertained visitors from out of town.
Walked in the woods a few times.
Spring cleaning is underway here as well. After 15 years of collecting stuff, the stuff is taking over. Look out, if it's not hooked down it might be tossed or given away. I have considered moving just so we could get rid of some extra possessions. The kids have suggested becoming Amish, would that help?
We have the gardens nearly in, just a few more things to plant.
Next is ther haying, continuing with the firewood and possibly some time swimming. We'll post some pics soon. Thanks for visiting.
Spread hen manure on hay fields at homestead.
Traded a pony & saddle for $200 and a milk goat.
Cleaned front yard at Oak Hill.
Mowed grass a couple of times.
Rototilled and spread compost on home garden.
Doctoring some lambs and a visit from the vet.
Went fishing a couple of times.
Van and house struck by lightning. The van was 9 years old and has left behind 6 stranded passengers. Funeral services will be announced at a later date.
Around 25 baseball and softball games for the kids.
Entertained visitors from out of town.
Walked in the woods a few times.
Spring cleaning is underway here as well. After 15 years of collecting stuff, the stuff is taking over. Look out, if it's not hooked down it might be tossed or given away. I have considered moving just so we could get rid of some extra possessions. The kids have suggested becoming Amish, would that help?
We have the gardens nearly in, just a few more things to plant.
Next is ther haying, continuing with the firewood and possibly some time swimming. We'll post some pics soon. Thanks for visiting.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Work Hard - Play Harder
I Love a Rainy Night
As you know, we are underway with our house restoration project. (See my December 1, 2010 post) In our "spare" time I slip away from the farm and office to work on the old house. But don't worry, I stop every once in a while to have some fun.
Each day I work away from home I make a funny video for the kids to show them what I did that day. This was a cold day in January when a good old Eddie Rabbitt tune came on the radio. I hope you think its a bit silly.
As you know, we are underway with our house restoration project. (See my December 1, 2010 post) In our "spare" time I slip away from the farm and office to work on the old house. But don't worry, I stop every once in a while to have some fun.
Each day I work away from home I make a funny video for the kids to show them what I did that day. This was a cold day in January when a good old Eddie Rabbitt tune came on the radio. I hope you think its a bit silly.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Farm Pics
"Julie" the littlest piglet has moved into the house and is enjoying an evening beside the woodstove. 
Finnigan and Fagan are wondering who is snapping so many photos. 
The rain is coming down hard tonight, hopefully the rain will make the grass grow tall. I love a rainy night.
Finnigan and Fagan are wondering who is snapping so many photos. 
The rain is coming down hard tonight, hopefully the rain will make the grass grow tall. I love a rainy night.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Piglets have arrived!!!
After months of waiting and wondering, the piglets have arrived. A first here at Juniper Hill Farm, our new mom pig brought six healthy little piglets into the world, with a little helping hand from the Gatherer and Farmer. Number Six proved to be a little too big, so he needed a little encouragement. Six would be considered a small litter for the commercial guys, but we're happy to see our big sow be so careful and gentle with her tiny babies.
It's dinner time. With 12 nipples and six piglets there is plenty to go around.
After supper for Mama and babies, it's time for some shut eye.
Mama pig, we call her Perry, is always careful not to step on or lie on her young. The six piglets are full and dreaming of rooting in the garden later this summer.
Here's a close-up of "Red". He's too busy with supper to smile for the camera.
Tonight we gave the piglets an iron shot and clipped their needle teeth. We distracted mom with her supper while I "pignapped" her babes for a few minutes. Be careful with a mama pig, she doesn't like to hear her babies squeal. Luckily for me, Perry is good natured and she trusts me to be in her pen.
On another note, we have been glad to see such an interest in farming lately from our local friends. It seems that the rising food prices have got rural folks to be thinking about producing more of their own food. In these hard economic times families are gathering closer together to share their limited recources. With gasoline an nearly $4/gallon, we'll be staying close to home as well this summer. Remember, now is the time to be cutting your firewood for next winter. We'll be soon planting our garden for summer and fall harvest. As for food from away - JUST SAY NO. Buy local.
It's dinner time. With 12 nipples and six piglets there is plenty to go around.
After supper for Mama and babies, it's time for some shut eye.
Mama pig, we call her Perry, is always careful not to step on or lie on her young. The six piglets are full and dreaming of rooting in the garden later this summer.
Here's a close-up of "Red". He's too busy with supper to smile for the camera.
Tonight we gave the piglets an iron shot and clipped their needle teeth. We distracted mom with her supper while I "pignapped" her babes for a few minutes. Be careful with a mama pig, she doesn't like to hear her babies squeal. Luckily for me, Perry is good natured and she trusts me to be in her pen.
On another note, we have been glad to see such an interest in farming lately from our local friends. It seems that the rising food prices have got rural folks to be thinking about producing more of their own food. In these hard economic times families are gathering closer together to share their limited recources. With gasoline an nearly $4/gallon, we'll be staying close to home as well this summer. Remember, now is the time to be cutting your firewood for next winter. We'll be soon planting our garden for summer and fall harvest. As for food from away - JUST SAY NO. Buy local.
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