I just got back from the spot where the hoop stood. There was a break in the rain, and I felt brave enough to see the carnage for myself. It’s funny how you think you are prepared for things sometimes, I saw the images, I knew what I was about to see, but it still didn’t stop the fact of the gravity of the situation washing over me, and me weeping uncontrollably for at least five minutes. I didn’t realize all of the attachments I had connected to that structure, and it all came out.
This is what I walked up to, snapped the picture, took a deep breath….trying to hold it all in, and sniff…you know the rest.
This is incredibly sad to me.
I knew the wind was strong, but to walk up to this and see the couplers twisted like this, it…..yeah. WOW!
sniff sniff. : (
This image is of the pipe that anchored the whole ship to the ground, bent up, but the earth augur is still in the ground.
The North side hoop blown and twisted toward the east.
Mother Nature straight up body slammed this hoop!
The chard is still delicious!
I’d like to mention that when I said I cried uncontrollably, it was more like angry weeping, It sucked…it still does, but we must move forward!
Here is the Mothership in happier times! R.I.P.
She grew a lot of food last season, and she will be missed.
I would also like to add here some thanks: Roy, thanks for being here to be a chaperone for the kids, and you forgot the blood soup in the fridge. Paul Z, thanks for coming over first thing and asking what do you need to do first, much appreciated. Grace, thanks for taking pictures this morning and having nice hugs. Cody, thanks for calling and lending your help when we need it…I’m thinking farm aid!
Steve Martin said you can’t play a sad song on the banjo, so hopefully that sentiment will set the tone. First let me mention that yesterday the Missouri Angels have left the farm to continue their adventures elsewhere, insert whatever sad breakup song here: __________. There was also a system of severe thunderstorms that rocked and rolled through the heartland of America. Here in Fayetteville, the front of the storm came through really strong, the winds were extremely high. This morning, when Grace and Paul were doing the rounds, they came upon the mothership, our original hoop house, and what was left of it. I must also mention yesterday that Alice, Grace and I were weeding and watering in the mothership, while the wind was whipping through it. So….here you go. Remember banjos!
Paul told Grace that I get really upset about stuff like this, so she had open arms when she came in for breakfast. Yes, I am upset, but in the same way, really relieved that it wasn’t my house, or any one else’s for that matter. Maybe we can start a kickstarter campaign for a new one! Brothers, I had all of these nice words to describe your time here, but I’m at a loss right now. Dear readers, if you have a farm, I hope you can find quality help like the brothers Jones.
When the weather gets nice, people do some crazy things. Here in the yard we got our PLANT on. We tackled collectively the victory garden beds in front of my house. We planted all sorts of seeds, different lettuces, different herbs, and I’m sure there was something else I’m forgetting : )
This side of the row: REEM.
That side of the row: also REEM.
That one there, with her tounge hanging out is our newest WWOOF’er Alice. She comes to us from the great state of California.
Plant everybody, plant.
When you get help that is OCD, they make sure the lines are straight!
Thanks again to all that came and helped. It was fun having a few new faces appear.
BAM! Teamwork is awesome!
Our neighbor, Sir Richard Orr (The lion-hearted), is a certified arborist. We needed his help the other day trimming trees, specifically the fruit orchard that we put the chickens on. Those trees had never been trimmed and were in need of serious help.
Richard’s advice was to get Zen with it. Here he is telling Jake about the exciting world of tree trimming.
Richard let everyone have an opportunity to make cuts.
Phone went ding*
As you can see, these trees got a TRIM!
The Master at work.
Grace is taking a picture of her feet right here. I found it funny to look over and see this happening.
The chickens were eating the blossoms. It looked really pretty to see them frolicking among the downed branches.
This was a different kind of tree than the others. It had a whole new set of challenges, but remember: ZEN.
Almost done with this mad tangle of a tree: zen zen zen zen zen zen zen zen zen!!!!!!!!
And last, but not least, Isaac showed up to hold a chicken. AAAAWWWWWWWWWW. That chicken was very zen.
A recent turn of events has brought a new (old) hoop house into our lives. These pictures tell a story of their own.
Paul and the boys went to go look at it, and this is what they found. This vessel has definitely seen better days, but it’s still seaworthy!
I feel like we need Linus to come over and wrap his blue blanket around this and tell us it just needs a little love.
Paul, Jake, Patrick, Grace, Yosha, and Paul Z. went to the site to take it apart, and were able to get the whole thing down in one day! The hardest part will be where to put it!
Grace and Jake took the second half of the day off today to prepare the evening meal. And OH MY GAWD! Awesomeness is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to words to describe how delicious it was. Our youngest and pickiest, Isaac licked his plate clean! That my friends is the ultimate compliment. Grace made quinoa with kale, goat cheese, and pine nuts. Jake made roasted sweet potato spears in a balsamic reduction (KILLER!!!!). For desert, Grace baked vegan carrot muffins with walnuts. Holy moly you shoulda’ been here! We were all very lucky, satisfied people! Recipe’s to come. I was just so excited and satisfied I had to tell you about it!
My hands hurt. This morning I was determined to revamp the ol’ herb bed. It had been neglected and the crab grass, real name escaping me from sun/ wind whipped brain. Anywho, the grass, grew great, and was choking out my herbs, so Grace and I used compost forks and dug the whole thing up and weeded it. We removed all of the plants and replaced them when we were done. I split her away from the other work that was being done in the hoop and beyond by the brothers Jones. I told her, “This will only take us an hour or so.” No one should listen to a word I say…ever. It took forever. And the bed isn’t even that large, twenty feet or less. While we were keeping it real up front, the bros. were in the back planting carrots and kale and laying drip tape. Busy day, I felt so accomplished and to top it off (by midday), Paul made cilantro pesto for lunch! He took it to another level folks by blending it with avocado and adding lime…HEAVEN IN THE MOUTH!!!! Scroll down and get the recipe! I posted it a few days ago. The photo of Grace and I in all our glory is currently being held hostage on her cell phone, but here’s a pic of the bros. working their magic.