"Oh my goodness! Three little kids and you have your own business?! How do you do it?" It's incredibly hard. My timing was clearly a little off when I decided to follow this dream, but the timing was handed to us, so we are just going to roll with it. Jed's father and stepmother purchased the farm that we live on two years ago, when our twins were one year old. It was the fruition of
I'm clearly a rookie at growing organic corn. This particular ear was one of my better ones this year. Corn ear worms and some other little tiny larvae completely devastated my earlier crops of sweet corn and blue corn. This particular variety (8-row Golden Bantam) is not a keeper. I want heirloom corn, but these ears are too small to stand up to the pests we inevitably have. I bought this corn seed from a
I recently put a little video together for an application and thought I'd share the finished product with you all. Enjoy!
"I believe that to live and work on a good farm, or to be engaged in other agricultural pursuits, is pleasant as well as challenging; for I know the joys and discomforts of agricultural life and hold an inborn fondness for those associations which, even in hours of discouragement, I cannot deny." From the FFA Creed This year has been so hard for us. We have learned some hard lessons about diseases, vectors, host plants, transmission, the
Over the course of a week, our farm received 8.5" of rain. Parts of our farm also received several feet of floodwater and debris. It has been intense. We farm in a floodplain. The reality of farming in the desert southwest often includes putting your crops in a place that you know will someday be inundated with an incredible amount of water. We had already seen the lower field flood once this year, which cemented our
I now very clearly understand the divide between farmers and ranchers regarding rain. My family raised beef cattle when I was growing up and we would always wait impatiently for monsoon season, praying for enough rain in enough time to fatten up our cattle in preparation for the lean winter months ahead. Meanwhile, the farmers would moan and groan over every little downpour, complaining of stuck tractors and waterlogged fields and lost crops. I get that.
We bought this farm with an orchard full of mature fruit trees and so far figuring out what exactly is growing out there has been a challenge. We know we have peaches and plums and apricots, but they didn't produce this year. We have apples, but the wind chased all the bees away during the pollination window. However, we have pears. Lots of pears. A little research (thank you internet) has led me to believe
Our first batch of guineas escaped from the garden and disappeared into the creek, presumably never to be seen or heard from again. We shopped around a bit and found another breeder in New Mexico with some young keets that we could buy and we got another 15 baby birds to try and convince that this was their home. Four died. They may have been too small and gotten cold or (more likely) were picked on
I'm an idealist. I imagine things in the most vibrant colors, with the most amazing outcomes possible. I'm married to a man who calls himself a realist, but realistically he's a pessimist. So when I finally convince him that whatever it is I'm dreaming of is a good idea, I am thrilled. I was thrilled when he agreed that we should start a vegetable farm. I was enthralled with the prospect and would constantly search for
I miss it. Every single spring I am jonesing for fresh zucchini and yellow squash. I can barely wait. I consider paying $2 a pound for something sprayed with chemicals and grown on a different continent, but usually hold off. Then, after the last frost, I plant the seeds. Grow the squash. Hold my breath as I thin the smaller squash away from their larger, stronger sisters. Eventually they have two leaves, and then four,