We got a little bit of rain. Not nearly enough, but way, way better than none. Sometimes the heavier rain storm systems would dodge us like matadors, other times politely utter “ope!” as they turned to pass by outside of our personal space. But we felt the shade of lots of clouds, and enjoyed a couple of light but sustained rains.
much-awaited moisture,means Marty mulching
thirsty zucchini being interesting
well GPM test buckets party
rock of the day
Smatterings of rain, no matter how mild, are far superior to the convection baking oven thing that’s been so in vogue this season; even with negligible precipitation, cloudy misty afternoons were a much needed respite for the thirsty roots of crops and farmers both.
Which is to say it felt rejuvenating and I can’t help to think the garden felt it that way too. And that’s a good thing indeed.
Snap Peas – pea plants like cool spring weather, and plenty of moisture.; we are lucky to have any!
Pea Shoots – apparently many people stir-fry these, but we like them fresh, so we found this here promising-looking recipe and oh it also uses radishes!
Zucchini – the first harvested this season
Kales & Collards Mix – massaged kale salad might be in order. Because this is not the tender watery pillowy leaves from some hydroponic factory. It’s got character and gumption and it’s obviously good for us but you have to fight it first. Fortunately, they’re just leaves.
Well, we finally got some rain. Only a half of an inch, but it felt significant. Like we’d broken the drought, and now perhaps the floodgates will open up for us. Or at least give us an occasional trickle.
I spy a Kristin
It helps that the crazy heat wave broke – sure, we’re still dry, but at least we’re not under the broiler all day as well.
So it feels good now, and looks hopeful ahead. That said, the parched and burning weather has definitely taken a toll. Even with lots of watering, the cool weather crops are suffering.
It’s frustrating and sometimes depressing but we know we’re doing the best we can, given our many limitations in this best-of-all-possible-worlds.
amygdaloidal basalt (galaxy stone)
surfing St Croix Falls
Hackberry Emperor
Hope you’re enjoying this beautiful weather, these utterly amazing moments of consciousness, and the following vegetables:
Inside Box 3
Salad Mix – (lettuce, arugula, tat soi, pea tips, bekana) – The salad row has not been a fan of this heat. We didn’t pick any to sell at the market his week, so there’d be more for you – but even then, it was barely enough even after we picked and re-picked anything that looked good. This week’s mix is going to taste a bit more bitter, as a result of the heat it grew in – if you don’t like the flavor, it is pretty easily countered with dressing or other additions.
Radishes – French Breakfast & Cherry Bell
Marty washes your radishes
Basil Microgreens
Radish Microgreens
Green Onions
Maddie prepping onions for market
Charleigh & Keegan washing your onions
Dill
Kohlrabi
Purslane – this “weed” is popular in Mediterranean dishes. Here are some ideas if you don’t have a plan in place.
Well, today got off to an intense start and I’m coming down off the adrenaline now.
This morning, we wanted to fill up some rinse water basins for the salad mix. Our solar battery bank was a bit low, so I started up our generator in order to run the well. It started up LOUD, way way louder than usual. This was a concern, but we needed to water and it was still putting out electricity properly, so I let it run hoping it would settle down and smooth out. It did not settle, nor smooth. It started on fire.
Blowing on it was futile. It spread to the plastic housing. A little water from a nearby bucket wasn’t enough. The fire got larger inside the generator as it spread. The hose to the mushroom logs did the trick, and the fire was stopped before it spread or exploded.
Fortunately, it was still under warranty, and we had our old one (functional but loud as bellowing hell) on standby. But dang.
Glad it happened today, and not on Sunday – when we’d left it running unsupervised for 4 hours (watering the crops with the drip lines in each row … have I mentioned it doesn’t rain here anymore?) while we went to wade and float in the Saint Croix.
And here I’d thought I’d had my peak adrenaline moment of the week on Friday morning.
I woke up at 5:30 with the sun, trying to make sense of what I was hearing from outside. Something was .. yelling? Repeatedly. From down by the chicken yard? I threw on my robe and headed toward the sound.
I started recording – capturing the unusual cry for identification purposes, suspecting that whatever it was might hear me coming & disappear before I could see it.
But as I got nearer and nearer to the sound’s source – inside the chickenyard fence), it did not run away and I rounded the last tree trunk in the way, expecting to see a fox or maybe a fisher cat or coyote but definitely not a black bear cub and oh cute oh shit where’s Mom and I turned around and got of there and that’s in the video too:
stalking the mystery sound
I went around and climbed up onto the semi trailer
where I was almost at level with the little guy.
Momma had led her cub into the chicken yard and then climbed over the fencing to knock over the garbage can with the chiclen feed inside.
smashed fence and bashed chicken feed: taken from safety atop the semi trailer
But baby couldn’t follow her over the crushed fences and got stranded. After spending some time up in the tree yelling “MOM!” over and over, he came down, met our flock, and found his way back out into the woods the way he’d come. Ten minutes later his cries stopped and we knew Mom had found him.
The next night I set up a game cam to see if they came back, but instead discovered we have an obese raccoon with no tail and strange lumps hanging out in there at night.
I don’t know, it’s been one of those weeks. Maybe for you too.
But I guess interesting times don’t seem like much of a curse to me.
Inside Box 2
In other news, there is a farm happening here. There is no rain happening. It is unclear if rain will ever happen, or has ever happened. It is not as hot as last week, though. And the clouds are beautiful. Oh, right, the farm … the weeds are being countered, the irrigation working hard to save lives. Zucchini is flowering. Some tomatoes are forming. The crops are not flourishing, but they are surviving.
The dude abides.
Salad Mix (Red & green lettuces, arugula, pea tips, bekana, maybe a leaf or two of mizuna)
Green Onions – they are starting to bulb a bit …
Radishes – oddly, this batch was in much better shape than the last week’s radishes. Milder and better formed. Delicious roasted. Don’t forget to chop off the greens before storing so the bulbs don’t get squishy! The greens can be either cooked, or blended into a pesto … which would a great idea to combine with the …
Garlic Scapes – we scavenged these off the Free List from a local gardener to share with y’all. The flower of the garlic plant, basically, full of flavor. Chop finely and treat like raw garlic in whatever you’d like.
Microgreens – either Red Cabbage or Kale
Cilantro – god I love the way it smells. This is the last of it for the foreseeable future due to the hot weather. Tastes a little bit coriander-esque because it was starting to bolt.
Fresh-ground corn meal – use this ASAP for maximum freshness!
We grew it last year, dried it over the winter, and shucked, stone-ground, re-stone-ground, and sifted it for you yesterday. It totally made my day when the random amount of cobs that we pulled out to process turned out to make EXACTLY the 44 cups worth of finished product that we needed for you! Want to get excited about your corn meal? I want you to, too. So here read this: The Search for Mandan Bride
Rhubarb Chutney – We had rhubarb to share! Chutney is like …a sweet and savory tangy chunky barbeque sauce, kinda. Use with meat or perhaps tempeh, if you are a vegetarian. Here’s the recipe we used if you’re curious about ingredients or anything.
I don’t think there is any way to talk about the week we’ve had or the field or the veggies or the future of life itself without Talking About the Weather.
As you are almost certainly aware, it is HOT. And it has been hot. And it’s going to stay hot. And this Hot came snarling on the heels of it being dry for weeks and then Cold too; in a one week span we went from covering the plants to save them from impending freezes to watering them copiously to save them from roasty toasty doom.
heating home one week before we saw 100 degrees
As you can imagine this has been a complicated dance. Stressful, sure. But also interesting, which is always nice – even when it’s hard to feel it from within the thick of the interestingness. (Like a day of raising and lowering and reraising and relowering all four sides of a giant greenhouse, trying to balance the defense against relentless high winds (close it down!) with defense against tripe digit sun roasting (open it up!).
a rare chance for rain?
The weather kind of sucks, sure, but I’m feeling optimistic – not that everything is going to work or that nothing will go haywire, but that it – the work, the stress, the joys and pains and beauty and lessons and sunshine and burns and flowers and fruits and thorns – will be a good use of our lifetimes, a worthwhile way to live.
I feel lucky to be living this dream, and I’m glad you’re all here with us.
Now let’s eat some vegetables.
Inside the Box
This morning, we woke up around 5:00 to get the leafy greens harvested before the sun got brutal with them, and to get as much as possible of the rest picked and packed before it hit the 90s. (Everything in the boxes was picked today.)
The harvest went smoothly, thanks in large part to a little help from our friends – Marty and Maddie rocked the picking and packing, and Grandpa Jim hung out with Otis while we harvested all of this stuff for you:
Salad Mix (several varieties of red & green Lettuces, Arugula, red & green Mizuna, Tatsoi, & Pea Tips) – a cool weather loving crop … we are watering like crazy, but can’t be sure how it will fare.
Spinach – with the early heat, our spinach crop was all right on the verge of “bolting” (which makes it less tasty), so we we harvested it all for you today! Spinach ravioli might be calling you this week.
Bok Choi – this is usually stir-fried at our place with whatever else is on hand.
Green Onions <- link – These will continue to grow and bulb, and we will keep including them in your boxes. We love these and use them constantly and we want you to join our cult.
Radish Microgreens – add some zip to any dish! We had planned on doing some different flavors of micros for this box, but were thwarted by a series of unfortunate events that I am going to blame squarely upon one particular chicken. Anyway, the flavor of radish is pretty much the trademark of the first CSA box of the season, so celebrate the radical radish this week!
Cilantro – this heatwave is sadly most likely going to murder this cool weather crop, so enjoy it while you can!
Chive Blossom Bouquet – Pick the petals off with your finger tips – and sprinkle them on a salad perhaps. They provide a little bit of chive flavoring, in addition to the obvious visual appeal. Or you can infuse vinegar with them! Or mine for idears here.
When we saw the Spinning Plates farm profile on the WWOOF-USA website, I just knew it was meant to be – kids about Otis’s age, a scrappy homestead started under circumstances similar to ours- and the possibility of staying in a big old travel trailer in need of renovation.
Our own home is a similar structure (albeit smaller, and a few decades older), as is our own WWOOFer dwelling, the Albatross. So we had some experience working on such things, and we also wanted more (as we prepare for an addition to our home’s climate-controlled space).
After stops to visit family in New Orleans and our friends at other farms (Yokna Bottoms in Mississippi, Chastain Farms in Alabama), we arrived in Cedar Grove, North Carolina just after New Years, ready to spend two month living within the project we’d be working on – the renovation of the huge, rotting travel trailer they’d gotten for cheap a year before, hoping it would one day make a goat milking barn perhaps, or perhaps a dwelling for WWOOFers like us.
Tin Can in the background
It was dark when we arrived, and cold. First impressions of the Tin Can were rather bleak. The floor was spongy at best, riddled with gaping holes, some patched with treacherous loose scraps of plywood, others wide open and serving as entrances for the cats. Not that they needed them – the front door frame was rotten and it would not close, and the remains of the back door had not been closed in years. It smelled dank and musty. The windows did not close, and the wind blew freely through the entire structure … chilly, but at perhaps a blessing, as fresh air.
ruin of the back door that had hung open for years
Kristin had a pretty strong opinion about the best, most helpful course of action: “We … should burn this down for them.”
She was kidding … mostly. Maybe. It was hard to believe it could be salvaged, especially by the likes of us. But, we started chipping away at the project the next day, one step at a time. First up was demolition – Farmer Lish explained her plans for the space – where the old walls needed to be removed, where new walls might go. So we started tearing out the interior closets and walls, salvaging what might be useful later, sorting the rest into burn pile and dump piles. Sadly we didn’t take any good “Before” photos, as we were working to focus on the positives …
(*note: we were invited to stay inside the house, but refused – we wanted to stay in the Tin Can all winter!)
setting up a work tent for plywood
ruined drainage gutter
one roof leak – had rotted the ceiling joist, wall studs, floor joist, rim joist, etc
the floor was made of spongy holes
kitchen mid-demo
back bedroom had no floor
bathroom floor destroyed by leaky water heater
pile of demoed interior
We learned where it was safe to step, and where you had to tiptoe across the exposed floor joists. I put my leg all the way through the bottom only once during this training. After the first freezing night, we taped plastic over our windows and started closing up the openings in the walls and floor that let the wind race through the East bedroom (the one that actually had a floor, mostly).
Although it was significantly warmer outside than back on our farm, it sure isn’t balmy in the northern North Carolina wintertime. It rained a lot, sometimes for days at a time. Mud was everpresent, of a slippery but not sticky variety. Sometimes there were ice storms, where the slow drizzle coated everything in a quarter inch of solid ice – causing trees to collapse and shatter under the weight. The power went out for a couple of days as a result. It was … rather exciting really, and strange and beautiful too.
Anyway, the weather wasn’t a really big deal for us, since we were mostly working indoors. We had a propane heater in our room with which to stay toasty at night, and thaw out during the work days. Otis had a new pair of tall rubber boots for mud puddle stomping. Lish and Wayne bought a car port; we set it up out back and moved a whole pallet of 3/4″ plywood into it, where it would stay dry and I could cut pieces down to size as we refloored the entire building. Kristin found a pile of storm windows and matched them to the appropriate holes, Frankensteining them into place as needed. I did some temporary junkgineering to the front door so it would open and close.
Every day from the time we woke up until we fell asleep, at least one of us was working on the Tin Can – and when we weren’t working on it, we were thinking about it. When it was wet out we worked on the interior, and watched the leaks to learn how water was entering. When it was dry out, we worked on the exterior. Honestly, I didn’t think we could get it near a final state during our 2-month stay … but as I mentioned, the Spinning Plates Farm and the Tin Can had felt meant to be from the get go. And as things tend to do when things are meant to be – things just kept falling neatly into place.
We started with the back bedroom, which had already had the particle board floor stripped out. Before we could put the flooring on, we had to address the damages to the subfloor and walls – several studs and floor joists were rotten, and the rim joists (the edge of the structure, where wall meets floor) on both sides of the NW corner were completely destroyed.
So while Kristin focused on identifying and repairing the many leaks that had been letting water into the structure, I learned how to cut out damaged subfloor and framing, and repair it – using mostly salvaged cedar 2x4s from an old outdoor playset. I talked to myself incessantly and wrote notes on every surface with a Sharpie, like a madman. Everything had to line up properly, support the weight of the roof – and provide level, flat surfaces for the replacement floor boards and wall panels that we hoped to install next.
floored the south side for somewhere to stand
rebuilding the missing NW corner
rebuilding the missing corner
rebuilding the NW corner
Once that was done, the plywood went in, and we started letting the renovations flow forward from the back bedroom toward the other end, where we slept. Next up was the ruin inside of the missing back door – before we could put a new door in to keep out the rain, before we could build a floor, we’d have to replace all the rotten framing, and expand the doorframe to accommodate the full-size replacement door. Again the rim joist and the attached studs and joists had been totally destroyed – not only by the constant rainwater, but by the termites that the moist, rotting wood had invited in.
We tried to find a replacement door of the same size, without any luck – so they bought a standard exterior door and we cut the metal skin, and rebuilt the door frame entirely to fit it.
back doorway with rot removed
rebuilding the rotten subfloor
rebuilding the rotten subfloor
doorway with repaired rim joist and sill plate
termite or ant-hollowed floor joist
termite-ravaged rim joist
termite-eaten subfloor
old door frame top
repairing the subfloor
before cutting back the tin
original door frame
evil fire ants in the rotten old door header
realizing my new opening was too small
re-sizing the back door opening
brown boards are playset cedar
scraping glue from the joists – after this we decided to floor over the old
flooring over the rebuilt subfloor
escaped goat came through the project
between door header 2.0 and 3.0
new back door installed
From there the flooring project continued – first the old bathroom needed major work – a water heater in a closet had leaked for years and totally destroyed the floor and adjacent sheetrock, and the old toilet drain needed to be cleaned up and covered,
bathroom floor destroyed by leaky water heater
preparing to cover it all
repairing the rotten walls
Then forward into the kitchen – where the hidden leak behind the cabinets had destroyed a section of wall and floor.
roof leak that rotted the ceiling joist, wall studs, floor joist, rim joist, etc
tracing leaks in the walls
subfloor, studs, & rim joist repair
rebuilt
and plywooded
carpenter ants in the wall
the stud they were eating
replacing mouse-pee hell with new insulation
flooring from back door forward
Around this time, we realized that I had been carelessly inhaling fiberglass stirred up by power tools and demolition. I had a sore throat and a nagging feeling that no amount of throat-clearing would fix.
repairing the kitchen wall, masked
So I started wearing a mask while I worked … and we turned up the priority of finding new wall panel material to cover all the exposed insulation left from the repair of the framing.
As you likely know, we are into old abandoned buildings – and the area was full of them, especially one specific type that we fell in love with – old tobacco curing barns, used to hang and dry the tobacco crops that once covered the local landscape. There were two right in the woods behind the farm – and when we asked, we learned that the neighbor just wanted them gone. So, of course we had to check them out.
And there beneath the blackened exterior siding boards (the builders had used fire to treat them against decay), we discovered beautiful rough-sawn pine boards, almost an inch thick, 8″ wide, and in lengths from 8 to 12 feet.
I knew this was what we needed – to not only serve functionally and inexpensively as wall panels – but to also build beauty, local history, and style into the structure we were bringing back from death’s door. It took some experimenting, but once I figured out how to loosen a board from the inside and then work the various options of a wonderful Wonderbar, I could quickly salvage the boards without damaging them in the process.
Otis chose his outfit for scouting
the stone step was brought back to use
we fell in love with the door
used the door as art outside the bedroom window
boards revealed
the first salvaged board
promised the building we would use its parts respectfully
scavenged
tools of the lumber salvage trade
prettiest siding boards as window accents
closeup of exterior board
heat from curing drove sap outward through the boards
taking home the bounty
taking home the bounty
the new interior wall
a cute light was born
from a local thrift store, a proper vintage wall hanging
A corner was turned, once these boards started to be deployed – and suddenly it seemed that the resurrected building just might be not only functional … but beautiful, too. Motivation, already high, became nearly obsessive, as the carpentry project blossomed into an artwork, something inspiring to work on and behold transforming.
There was still much to be done – a new front door and frame, repairing the subfloor inside the door, move our whole room out and rebuild the floor before replacing our bed, build an interior wall, source smooth cheap wall paneling from craigslist, panel all the holes in the walls, keep chasing leaks, … Kristin padded and carpeted both bedrooms and rebuilt the ravaged gutters and sanded/sealed the plywood flooring, I added water catchers over both doors, stabilized and leveled the front steps, used junked appliances from the demolition to create a temporary back step and stairs. We cleared away the piles of debris to the dump, jacked up and leveled the whole thing on concrete blocks … and just generally tried our best to make it all useful … and lovely.
reborn
salvaged front door as art
new wooden wall interior framing
and interior wall with panels and trim
leak patrol
new front door
living room
rainproofing the front door
kitchen ready for future cabinetry
junk appliance back steps
back bedroom
sealed floors
bedroom view
And against all odds, it worked. We finished with a day or so to spare before we had to leave to return to the North to start a new season’s seeds – just enough time to throw a little house warming ice cream social, and relax for a couple of nights within the project that had defined our winter. It was intensely satisfying, and we both learned so much … perhaps primarily, about how capable we can be at making it work.
open house ice cream social
last day in the Tin Can
if anyone ever opens the old electrical panel door, they’ll find this.
