Monthly Archives: September 2009

What else is there to do but move?


In wake of the move I have five extra minutes to post these pictures of the last month or so.


Okra, I found a new vegetable love this year.  Delicious, slime and all.  I’m not sad to see it go, for it is a very time consuming vegetable to grow.


My men prepping tomatoes for canning.


I liked how the kids asked if they could help.  I think because it’s really messy and messy means fun.



Arkansas has the craziest critters I have ever seen.  This spider was hanging out in the chicken coop.


Some of the chickens hanging out in their jungle.


I think this is Paul’s hand, he must have been proud of these bell peppers.  My kids pick them off of the plants and eat them like apples.


The last of the three-legged carrots to come out.


Oliver received a second place ribbon for the sunflower seed head he entered.  The old ladies running the show put it in the novelty category for “Largest seed head” instead of just “Large”, he could have had a blue ribbon, I’m only a little bitter, he could care less.


This was the largest pumpkin to come out of the pumpkin patch this year.  Unfortunately it rotted a week later and we had to throw it in the compost.


Next year my pumpkin patch will be more sincere.


These are some pie pumpkin plants that I seeded where my old compost pile was.  Pumpkins are heavy feeders, so it seemed like a practical spot.  They did well here.




A view of the new digs.  Passive and active solar and a beautiful view!


See.  I think I’m going to like it here.


Ike looking out the windows.


Moving the “op”.


We have since hired a dump truck and a back hoe.


Ike was having a good time, though the look on his face shows otherwise.


They worked hard.


Dumping the dirt at the new place.  Black gold, do you blame us for moving it?


Row complete.

Everyone, please stay tuned.  I know my posts have been sporadic, but with school and the move that is just how it will be for the next couple of weeks.  I know there are diehards out there who are like ‘Yeah Amanda, cool’ and I thank you for it.  Crazy is the word that comes to mind for what is going on right now.  We learned that “off the grid” really means off the grid, for where we are moving has no physical address and no phone.  We are adopting an address from another building on the property though.  I think my blog is about to get a whole lot more interesting because it is going into the ether.  I’m doing it.  All of you who dream about your solar cabin/off the grid lifestyle, let me be your barometer.  I’m just as curious as you are.  Thank you for your support.


In other news


There are still veggies being harvested of what’s left in the garden.  Paul picked a bushel of sweet corn yesterday which is a nice treat.  We also still have a lot of basil, sweet potatoes, and irish potatoes (which we have to figure out how to transport and replant).  I’m still a little miffed at the fact that we couldn’t produce a fall crop of anything, but we are working on the install across town to try to get some lettuce and spinach planted for the winter.

A lot to do and I’m still thinking about it


HEY YOU!  Yeah, I’m talking to you.  If you have time to read this, then you have time to come over and help us move the farm.  I’m freaking out about moving the dirt.  We have too.  I will not allow it to stay to be grown over with crab grass, or remain in the hands of someone else.  Even if they paid us for the dirt, I would still say no.  That is our sweat equity there and it means a lot.  If you have ever gardened before, then maybe you will understand the beauty and personal connection to your soil.  We moved a row by hand yesterday and it was a lot of hard work.  Now the talk around here is hiring a dump truck and backhoe to scrape it all up and take it across town.  It’s not as simple as it sounds though.  We still have crops in the ground and a copious amount of weeds that need to be pulled and grass to be mowed so that the backhoe can come in…..AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  Want to come over?  Please?

A working (wo)man’s day is never done


I’m not going to lie.  I’m a little upset to be moving during fall harvest time.  I was getting excited this season because we were successful at multiple plantings and even had fall crops in the ground.  Now we have to dig them all out and move them across town, dirt and all.  We have been moving wood and garden tools and dirt for the last week or so.  My little frame is worn out already, even though this is the beginning of this new adventure.  Yesterday, we moved two cords of wood and stacked it for a neighbor and moved a whole twenty foot row of dirt.  Then, Paul dug a new twenty foot span and double dug it, (a lot of work for those of you who don’t know) so now it’s prepped for a new load of dirt to go on top of it today.  At the end of all this I will either be stronger, or mentally insane.  Hopefully it’s the latter.

Did I mention we’re moving?


The family is currently in transition into a new hood.  Farm and all.  Just a jump over to the east side of town, it should be very interesting.  I, we, live in a pretty small place right now, smaller than yours probably, 900 sq. ft.   Comfortably.  The new adventure chops off 300 of those sq. ft. and involves solar power and a very large hi-fi.  And some of you thought I was crazy already!  A new farm space, a new adventure awaits us all next season.

There are two sides to every coin


With gardening, it seems as if there are fifty sides of the coin sometimes.  The longer I do this, the more things I learn about the delicate dance with time and nature.  There alone are 100 things to think about.  One thing I’ve learned this season is “post-production”.  For instance, we grew pumpkins this year, some for carving, some for pie.  Seeds planted, thunderstorms three times a week, pestilence, etc. etc…now what?  So I picked them when the plant was almost dead.  I noticed that the stem boring grub also likes to chow into the face as well.  Now, I’m throwing pumpkins into the compost daily because of it.  Lesson learned I guess, pick them sooner, deal with the bugs.  Also, when you rely on mother nature nothing is a given.

Does this make sense?


This is a story about a green Mc Donalds.  Okay.  You can do all you want to produce this “ideal” green image of yourself, but your food is still poisoning people.  Why don’t you put all of that money to improve the beef-like product and the like?