This is how my finger feels after messing with the tractor.
This is what I felt like while flopping around in he barn.
This is how my finger feels after messing with the tractor.
This is what I felt like while flopping around in he barn.
The garden is beginning to push out the first of the many promised goodies of the year. While I’ve been pulling and sharing three lettuce types for a couple of weeks, it looks like my variety of cherry tomatoes called ‘Katinka’ are coming into their own. I’ve got 5 of these plants, three are pruned to a single vine while the other two have two vines each. The fruit when mature is orange/gold and they are a blast fresh from the plant.
This is the first year that I’ve pruned my cuc’s to a single vine and the first year that I’ve gone with fermenting them instead of pickling with vinegar and canning. I’ve never previously pruned a cucumber plant, and it was painful. Here is a video that explains it better than I ever could:
It’s painful because I worked so hard to get them from a seed to a seedling, through the transplant, past the frost, and finally growing on a trellis. To cut them back is counter intuitive.
I pulled enough yesterday afternoon for two quarts of pickles. I drove over to the Puncheon Church of Christ and filled 12 quart jars from the hillside spring and boiled it to get rid of the bad stuff/things. I figure that I’ll be putting up several quarts per week so I’ll have extra water prepared. I’m going with spring water for all my ferments from now on, the crap that comes out of the faucet just doesn’t cut it. Here is a re-post of the spring from earlier this year:
I pickled using 2 TBLS salt per quart of water (vice quart of pickles) and added dill seed, thyme, garlic, fresh cracked black pepper, a touch of cumin and a little bit of tea out of a ‘Red Diamond’ tea bag. I hear that the tannins in black tea (and in grape leaves) will keep the pickles crisp for a good long while.
Glass weights topped off inside with a loose fitting lid outside and I was done. Will know in about 3 days if/how I need to adjust.
I see that my Patty Pan squash has begun to yield. There are few things better than roasting halved Patty Pan with butter and seasoning as a topping. Good eats!
A couple of weeks ago I went a little north of my place, 2 or 3 miles at most, to look at an old cemetery that sat on property a friend owned. Divorce forced the sale of the 500 acres he and his kids enjoyed on weekends and he now lives exclusively in Huntsville, AL. In addition to the ‘cabin’ he erected it had an old cemetery and an extremely old cabin that was once both the home and ‘office’ of a rural physician. The old cabin has been sold off and moved; the tiny cemetery remains as a reminder of things, thoughts, and people past.
It’s really hard to wrap your head around how different a world it is in this area of rural America. Little has changed over the many decades since the doctor plied his craft and, given the proximity of the cemetery to his home, he was not always successful in beating back the death and disease. The cemetery has a bell that, no doubt, was meant to summon God’s angel as the countryside is as void of a people then as it is now.
Every now and again someone will ask ‘why Thomas W(h)ispered’ if I’m not going to talk up God and bash various Christian religious shortcomings. “Garry, why don’t you compare and contrast the sayings in Thomas with the books of the bible?” “Why not use your platform to inform minds and shift opinions?” My answer to this prodding is: “My heart is not black enough.” What terrible hurt/harm comes from challenging a belief that brings comfort to the otherwise inconsolable. Consider the tombstone above and, given such a loss, how would a young couple go on in this world without the belief that their child now sleeps with Jesus? ‘Blessed Thought’ indeed !
How remote is it? The orange arrow below is the cemetery and the blue where the old doctors cabin once stood.
A broader view provided by Google Earth shows that there really is nothing much more than farmland nearby. The orange below is the cemetery and the blue is the Puncheon Church of Christ.
The Puncheon Church is wedged between a rural road on the left and a creek on the right. Obviously this neck of the woods is not real big on ‘minimum setbacks’ that restrict building encroachments on roadways or this church might never have been built. It could not have been built on the left side of the road, the steep ass hill prohibits it. The right side of the church bumps up to a fairly robust stream so it could not have been erected there. So exactly why was it built where it is? I’m guessing it has something to do with the strong spring that can be seen on the left side of the road in the photo below.
Here is another look at the spring. That’s about 15 foot of waterfall from the head to the ground. The spring doesn’t always run this strong, but it always runs. A magical place.
This entire region of rural America is full of clues on how generations past viewed God and how He framed their lives. From the baptisms in the stream near a tiny rural church to the summoning of angels from a lonesome hillside bell these folk managed to squeeze by. A life consisted of grabbing enough land to build a home, raise and feed a family, and then lay at rest in the arms of God once the work was done.
Not much has or will change here. America can run through it’s gyrations with black lives matter, reparations, the mainstreaming of queers/steers/transvestites, and the chaos of pandemics/vaccinations/inoculations/masks and TP gluts and shortages. One day the nation may come crashing down with rubble congregating at the feet of those that took more than they gave, destroyed more than they built. When that happens I really don’t see it having any impact on this corner of the world. The flow of light from the little church, waters of life from the spring, and the rest of souls on a nearby hill all persist. And despite what all those in the cancel culture believe, that’s a good thing.
I took some time away from the endless series of tasks in my garden today to engage in a little idle thought in the endless garden God created. He’s a lot better at gardening than I am, but then again he had a running start.
Sometime during the late afternoon I had the odd feeling that more and more things in my life were beginning to transition to autopilot. I guess the repetition that comes from keeping a vegetable garden contributes to that feeling in no small way. I battled back and broke away in the jeep to an old trail on the north side of the property, following it down into the valley where our little stream flows. And flows, and flows…….
It occurred to me that the valley exists because of the stream. For thousands of years the little stream flowed; moving a pebble here and there. A stone on a good day. The little stream has kept about it’s endless task of terraformng this small little part of the planet long before man ever tread on the continent. For a brief while I fell into the slipstream of time the flow of water had created. Time
Time. There is much to little time to spend any of it on autopilot.
Yeah, I know I’ve been sounding like a whiny little bitch as of late and I know that this weather has certainly placed other good folk in much more uncomfortable, and in many cases dire, circumstances than I’m in. But (insert appropriate expletive) I’m iced in and the forecast says the temps will remain low enough to keep me locked down for the next couple of days.
Placing my self-centeredness aside briefly, let me wish each of you safe passage through this terrible winter storm. Stay safe out there !
Sure as shit, shortly after I posted the forecast for Sunday being marginally sufferable (in the teens), the forecast changes for the better. I love it ! 24 is bunches better than 17.
For the last several weeks the local weather has been forecasting a night time temp that was in the teens. In every instance after a day or two the forecast would change and we would enjoy milder temps in the mid 20’s or so.
This 17 degree low popped up two days ago and continues to haunt the forecast; creeping closer day by day. While I hate weather that cold, I guess this is a small discomfort in what has otherwise been a mild and very enjoyable winter. We had a new calf appear two weeks ago and thankfully it is far enough along to take this very brief low spell in stride. Plenty of hay in the barn. the pond is filled with water. all fences repaired, and our little creek flush with rain late last week.
The garden is completely closed and all of the beds and planting areas were reinforced with compost, fertilized and then tucked in nicely under woven cloth. All the seeds I’ve ordered have been delivered, a germination test on the beans I purchased at the grocery store (pinto, black, lima, and kidney) all came out well and I have a pound of soy seeds left over from my soy sauce ferment, so along with the bean seeds I’ve purchased (Kentucky Wonder and Blue Lake) I’m good bean-wise.
My mold spores came in on Monday so I’ve got 4 gallon jugs filled about 4/5th full with what was a molded soy and wheat substrate and water drawn from a spring near the cabin. This is a long running ferment (6-14 months) so it will be quite awhile before I’ll know if I inoculated correctly (or nay).
Hope each of you find a way to stay warm and comfy during the days of cold !
This is a great video by a couple of rural folk talking about their garden. One thing they hit on was the scarcity of seeds across the entire industry. That chat begins at about the 6 minute mark.
Hmmmmm, slaw made with cilantro and cumin !
In the first few days of this year, after watching one of the Liziqi videos, I decided that a good way for me to introduce a little more frustration into my life and to waste both time and money would be to try my hand at fermenting soy sauce. Because I’m pretty much pleased with life and I’ve not quite saved enough for the funeral that would surely follow if I attempted the Korean variety, I decided on fermenting a traditional Japanese sauce.
Off I went looking at the types that are commonly made and the methods used. I settled on a Aspergillus Oryzae mold and found a source in Austria. These folk seemed to know what they were doing and had a great tutorial, in English, on exactly how ferment ‘Shoyu’. That tutorial is here.
I’ve got pieces and parts of the recipe inbound. Mold from Austria, soy beans from Iowa, wheat from Washington state and salt from the Bahamas. I’ll use water from one of the springs that feed the little stream out back.
I had wanted to make this from soy beans raised in my garden and wheat from a nearby farm, but it will be another 8 months before my garden will kick out the beans. This has got a brew time of 14 months so I’ll be in soy heaven come March of 2022.
There are both pro’s and con’s of living a rural life. For some the relative isolation is unbearable, for others a God send. Dragging my butt 25 or so miles each way to pick up weekly groceries is a pain and now that I’m aged, my back hurts and my legs are cramped on both ends of the journey. While I think the thousands of pro/con comparisons weigh heavily towards the rural, I’m obviously a minority as only 17 percent of Americans feel the same. The other 83 percent live the urban/suburban life.
The 17 percent number is eroding exponentially. Right now rural areas are loosing roughly 300,000 annually while city dwellers are growing by a little over 2,000,000 annually. As things stand, our 330 million in population is split 273 million to 57. As this degradation in population continues so goes the political influence and value system. In 10 years little or no consideration will be given to the wants/needs of the rural population in America. It’s probably a good thing that the most important want/need is centered around ‘keep the hell out of my life’.
In short, we are insulated from the insanity that springs up in the population centers. No riots, no BLM/Antifa, no men running around in skirts with green hair and nose rings. But, to think/say that we are immune to the decisions made by politicians (and their fine constituents) is a mistake. Case in point: canning lids.
You may be able to detect that I’m still pissed about not being able to instantly go on line and execute a resupply. There is absolutely no logical reason that a commodity that is used almost exclusively by a rural population, a population that is shrinking, should be completely sold out at every retail outlet in the country. What few items are available are selling at 5+ times their normal price. Lids are now so expensive that, when they can be found, you can actually buy two 12 packs of canning jars (with glass jars, rings, and lids) for less that 12 individual lids. This is insane!
I’ve solved my lid issue. I’ve invested in bunches of ‘reusables’ that are said to have an 8 year life. I’m not sure that whatever drags us back into the stone age is going to last that long, but I am sure whatever causes it can be laid at the feet of the wondrous ‘leaders’ the urbanites install into office.
Really? Really? 22 bucks for $3 worth of lids? I thought it was a simple pricing error and then saw this:
Rural Woman (A Pusher)
Urban Woman (a Brainiac)
If you do a quick survey of Hillary’s backdrop, you’ll see why big city problems seem light years away from folk in fly-over land. This is the America that few will experience and fewer still will understand.
I decided earlier this month that I could solve a lot of the problems in my garden with a modest investment in it’s infrastructure. So I dropped a little cash on high quality landscape fabric and once the holiday’s pass I’ll order up the drip tape I need to implement the balance of my plan.
My problem is that I bust my ass in the spring, just before planting time, to clear out the weeds in the planting boxes and along the pathways between the boxes. I’ve all but given up on the three large planting areas, even if I till everything under and mulch extensively, the weeds attack with such a vengeance that within a month the areas are overwhelmed and gardening is untenable.
Here is a photo taken by Google-Earth, the areas of my garden that have become unusable are those within the yellow borders. An entire half of my garden has become unusable and the half that was usable required an inordinate amount of effort just to beat the weeds back.
Here is one of the planting areas as seen from the ground
Even those area covered in weed block fell prey to the onslaught. This is a bed that had cabbage in it. The weeds became so pervasive, even with a healthy mulching, that succession planting was impossible. The weeds were choking out the cabbage and stealing both the nutrients in the soil and the water.
The bed adjacent to the cabbage (below), it was set in garlic but was quickly besieged.
I stumbled across a series of videos by a young family in the Ozarks and discovered the solution to my problems: a quality ground cover and drip irrigation system. Here is how things are working out for them:
This couple has many good videos that, had I viewed them earlier, would have saved me a lot of grief!
Amazon sent the fabric along a couple of days back. I still don’t understand how they can provide and ship things so cheaply (I could not have shipped a roll for what they sold and shipped for). I’m using the 4′ fabric and tried it out on several 12′ planting boxes yesterday afternoon. One of the boxes holds garlic, so I burned holes at 6″ intervals with 1 foot between rows. I’ll get some pictures taken in the next couple of days and share them with y’all.
It’s that time of the year once again where we (actually/probably only me) count the days down to the 22nd of December; the day after the Winter Solstice. Until then light in each day diminishes in the Northern Hemisphere and then for the three day period 22-25th the daylight in each day is almost all of an equal length. From the 25th on our world becomes brighter and brighter each passing day!
The weather for the last couple of days has been pretty shitty, so to battle back the doldrums I’ve been locating and ordering the seeds I’ll need for next year. This was much more difficult this year than last, it seems seeds have become a high demand item. Guess folk are planning for the end of the world (or something). I’m not short on seeds, but I’ve heard that repeated planting of the same strain of a plant results in less and less yields over time. The solution is to mix in new strains occasionally to improve the genetic diversity in the garden.
I’m going to try a few new things this year: Brussels Sprouts, Artichokes, Cauliflower, Daikon Radish, and Asparagus. The radish is to improve my Kimchi, I tried making it with turnip (said to be a suitable replacement) this last year and it just doesn’t work quite right. I’ve also ordered some Soy Beans because I’d like to take a shot at making some Soy Sauce.
I mentioned earlier that my granddaughter bagged a nice buck a couple of weeks ago, she’s went back to the butcher a few days back and picked up her meat. She had everything possible cut into jerky strips, and what could not be cut that way packaged as hamburger and sausage. I’m the ‘jerky guy’ so yesterday I seasoned up and began marinading about 15 pounds of venison in three varieties (Chipotle, Mojito Lime, and Honey Sriracha). The Chipotle is in the dehydrator now: what a great smell!
The long beautiful weekend is about over; thunderstorms are rolling in as if to punctuate the end of this holiday. Son in law and granddaughter hunted for a couple of the days. She bagged a good size buck, he blanked as did I on my one day in the stand on my property. They hunted with my neighbor on his 500 + acres. We hunt only large bucks and so the 40+ doe and smaller bucks we spotted (4 separate hunting sites on one day) are safe for now.
As I look out my window right now (it is a few minutes shy of noon) I can see three on the hillside about 100 yards from my cabin. We’ll have a doe day pretty soon and thin out the herd. The meat generated from this hunt goes to a local food bank.
We had friends up Thursday before festivities to familiarize with their new home defense shotgun. I’m not sure they are any better equipped to defend their home now than when they arrived. I guess that my years in the military give me both confidence and a dose of respect for safe handling that these folk clearly lack. Just standing near them and trying to provide some semblance of caution and restraint had my asshole puckered so tight you couldn’t drive a 10 penny nail up it. The shotgun ended up being a production shortened, pump action 410 with a pistol grip and no stock. No way to aim it, just hold it somewhere between hip and tit level and let the shot fly.
We’ve put some hay and protein tubs out for the 17 cows, 8 calves, and one loaner bull. The kids went up on 4 wheeler’s yesterday with 50 lb bags of corn to give them a treat and pet them: both the kids and the cows seem to like that.
We’ve had some remote acquaintances touched by the virus. A friends of our daughter and son in law has been on a ventilator for awhile. He is slated for ‘unplugging’ tomorrow. I can’t help but believe that his underlying condition (or lack thereof) was to blame. He was a full blown diabetic that stood about 5’8″ and weighed in excess of 300 lbs. But that’s as close as it’s gotten to us.
My daughter told us that the guys wife, a good friend, kept wanting to come over to her house while here husband was hospitalized. She was seeking a comfort that just could not be provided to someone who should clearly have been self isolating.
Fingers crossed out here in the hinderlands of Tennessee.
The good weather over the last few days has given me the opportunity to clean up the garden and prepare the soil for next years bounty. It’s in bad shape. The garden has 6 ‘zones’ that are laid out as shown in the diagram. Each of the zones is 30′ X 40′. Zones 2,4, and 6 show the type of things I intended on planting. Not all were planned for watermelon, etc.., these areas are where beans and other row crop are planted as well.
Zones 1,3, and 5 are filled with 4′ X 12′ planting boxes. It’s these areas that need the most attention right now.
26 of the 28 boxes are stripped of the previous planting, the weed block, and the mulch.
Then I added about 5 cubic feet of 2 year old composted cow manure and a cup of 8-8-8 fertilizer to each box and worked it into the soil.
I’m 2/3rds finished on the clean up, once I get weed block on each bed and mulch them out again I can focus on what I’d really like to do in the garden: add ascetic elements such as stone half walls, stone borders, bird baths, and perhaps a small greenhouse.
So my weekend is filled with dirt and dung! I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The pendulum has swung in America’s population centers. It will be a good long while before it is safe for the poor slobs that remain to cry out for law and order. It’s bad now, but just wait until the anarchy is more fully subsidized and the constraints (primarily our boys in blue) are themselves shackled.
Just wait. Longer, just a little longer. Wait, and you’ll understand how the frog felt.
I would strongly suggest that it doesn’t now matter who becomes/remains President; we’ve managed to hose ourselves. Both Trump and Biden are viewed by their opponents followers (both halves of the nation on opposing sides) as illegitimate. If I’m right then you may want to consider an alternative lifestyle. Here is a good place to start. I’m sure you can figure out how to navigate around that site.
Yep, I think that its gotten bad enough that you should consider moderately remote relocation. Use the map in Zillow to zoom in (or out) on any area in the country and find available acreage. I’ve noticed that they ain’t making any more of the stuff (land) except in the UAE, so things are getting pretty pricey. What was going for 2000 an acre a few years back is now pressing 5000. The price will continue to rise. We purchased 111 acres for $187,000 a little more than 6 years ago.
If you could get a group of like minded folk together, this little place is available for $2.4 Mil. Not a bad price for 2800 acres
Your call.
I broke out the boat yesterday and put in at the launch on 2nd Creek. My excuse was fishing, but my intent was to put a little fresh air in my lungs and take in the scenery. Mother nature did not disappoint.
Here is a little zoom applied to the above photo. This is the first time that I’ve seen cattle in the water anywhere on the Wheeler Reservoir.
I played with the brightness and contrast on the photo’s above. The last photo (below) is a ‘auto leveled’ rendition of the photo immediately above. All bastardizing done in paint.net.
If you’re on the north side of Wheeler and just short of the dam, you are at the first creek entering into the impoundment; this is Second Creek. If you were at the second creek entering Wheeler, you’d be at First Creek. There is no mystery here, just how folk in North Central Alabama do their count’n.
The graphic below (the graphics by the way are the point of this post) shows the dam (red arrow) and Second Creek (green arrow)
Here is Second Creek (most of it anyway). The circle marks the area where I sometimes launch my boat. It’s about a mile from the mouth of the creek.
This is the circled area from the image above. There is a boat launch just above where the star is and each of the arrows points to an underwater bridge or culvert. Also shown are ancient stream beds and now submerged roadways. Its roughly 500 feet from where the boat launch is tow the submerged bridge to it’s left.
The point of all of this is the software that allows me (us) to sit our den and perform a deep-dive map recon on any freshwater lake in the country is free (sometimes). Yesterday I found it on the “Fishing Alabama” website. Link is here
Found this wreck of a place on a rural Lauderdale County Rd in North Central Alabama. Light was not quite right so I turned it into a black/white, diminished the light, and fuzzied it up using the oil paint feature in paint.net.
Now it fits my mood !
The wife and I are all set to step out and vote. Our polling place is about 10 miles away and sits in the middle of a big field near what used to be a small town (Five Points). It’s at what could generously be called a volunteer fire department. It’s in the circle below. Yes, those are gravel roads.
When I say that I live in the country, I mean that I really, really live in the country.
What’s great about living this far out is that it is away from almost all idiots. If you’re a fool or an ass or are looking to leach off of your neighbor, you wouldn’t last long out this way. It’s rough country filled with a good, rough, God fearing people.
Not a lot of Biden banners out this way. I’ve yet to see BLM or ACAB (or anything else for that matter) spray painted on the side of a building. There are a good amount of US flags sprinkled among the houses along the country roads; just about every time you’d see one of them there would be a Trump flag flying just below it.
Like I said, these are good folk with little tolerance for idiots. Biden type folk are neither made here or choose to plant themselves nearby. For us that live out here in fly-over country, we wouldn’t have it any other way (gravel roads and all).
A forecast for freeze and frost prompted the final gathering from the garden, so I pulled the remainder of the peppers out yesterday afternoon. I also picked a few habanero, bell, and banana peppers for seeds along with tomatoes, beans (Kentucky Wonder and Blue Lake), okra, and basil that I’ll use in next years garden.
By far the jalapeno’s were the most plentiful and I pulled right at 200 of them that were roughly 3 inches long by 1 inch wide (at the stem side). I decided to can these as ‘Cowboy Candy’. After slicing and simmering them for 15 minutes in apple cider vinegar, a massive amount of sugar, garlic, turmeric, crushed red pepper, and celery seed I was able to put up 6 twelve oz jars and 3 eight oz jars.
Before placing them in a hot water bath for 15 minutes I pulled a spoonful out and let it cool down. The many articles I read on this treat said that the sugar knocked down some of the heat of the peppers and I wanted to see if that was so. Yep, it knocked the edge off of them without overly diminishing the spicy flavor.
These little boogers will be great come Thanksgiving time!
The other day (29 Oct) I rambled about my motor bikes and how my time on this planet advances relentlessly. I was a little remorseful for having moved on from Harley’s to cows. Here (above) is a photo I snapped this morning that highlights that transition.
On further consideration though, I really should be extremely grateful for the changes in life. I’m so much more than an ironed butt biker, or for that matter the other persona I’ve worn on this journey: bad ass infantry soldier, business executive, and (in my grand youth) hoodlum extraordinaire.
My view now is that it’s what’s in the cup that matters most. I might as well adopt that position as I’ve done a bang up job of absolutely wearing out the ‘cup’ I’ve been poured into!
Have a great Monday.
I had a birthday yesterday. The most recent of those long running, annually repeating, milestones that seem to tick by at a faster and faster pace. How old? 27 (again). Yesterday I celebrated the 40th anniversary of my 27th birthday.
I told myself that I wasn’t going to get bogged down in reflection this year, but I’ve heard that lie coming from the same source so many times that I knew it wasn’t true. What did me in this year was a large, heavy coffee cup with a colorful cow painted on it that my wife gave me as a gift.
I had, for the last 17 years, a collection of heavy black Harley Davidson mugs, and now a cow! The picture above is taken at Yosemite in 2010, the bike is a 10′ Ultra. The one below is/was my 03′ Road King.
I had about 20K miles on the Ultra when I sold in in 2013 and a little more than 78K on the Road King. I rode the shit out of those bikes, once I rode the Road King through all lower 48 States on a single trip. I was the ultimate ‘manly man’. Both bikes were sold off to generate the funds to build my cabin.
Now I’m sitting here, with a cow on a coffee mug, marveling at how quickly the years have flashed by.
I’ve battled for the last day or so with updating my website. I couldn’t crank up new drivel (posts) or modify the existing fodder. Everything I did not only did not solve the problem, but also generated a new problem.
I couldn’t figure out how I, who consistently keeps the latest/greatest version of software up to date, could completely lose the ability to post. Then, I happened across the below review of the latest version of writing interface.
So after uninstalling the auto-updating Gutenberg program and reverting to an earlier edition, I’m happy to report I’m back.
I’m back baby !
Thanks for your patience.
I’ve been busting my butt (which actually means I’ve gotten off of my fat ass) over the last several days trying to recover the land around the spring that was trashed from flooding a storm brought last year. Here is a picture of the flood in progress
After it passed and the waters subsided I was left with this:
This pile of rubble is about 2 foot deep, 7 feet in width and 12 or so feet long. It sits exactly at the point where the spring enters the creek. The photo below is looking up the spring channel. The structure on the left of the photo is the stone benches and table we erected a few years back. The channel is was filled with rubble and silt that washed off of the hill (to the left) and down the creek during the storm.
Getting all of this crap out of the spring had to be done by hand as it wasn’t wide enough for the tractor (with bucket) to get into it.
So I parked the tractor with the bucket near where I was working and filled it, one shovel full at a time and hauled it areas nearby that were ‘trenched’ by the flooding waters.
So now, it looks much better. Still much to do in this area, but shoveling rock one shovel load at a time isn’t one of them.
Did I mention that I had help? Here (below) are the worker bees lending their talents to the task. The first is ‘Dixie’ and the second is ‘Rusty’
I purchased the mount from Bassett about 6 years ago and it works better than most anything else on the market. If you’ve ever fired a M14/M1A you’ll understand why most all scope mounts fail. Hard to believe this simply designed bracket works so well and holds zero both while mounted and when removed and remounted.
Cheek pad is next as using a scope on my M1A completely removes the cheek weld. Nothing worse than having a scope on a National Match grade thunder stick and not being able to go sub MOA on three round groups.
The postings have been slim over the last couple of days, the next few look like they will be just as spartan. I’ve got 90 bales of hay cut, raked, and baled in my front pasture. Not the little square pocket size bales, the 5X5 rounds. I’ll get them moved into the hay barn in the next day or so.
It’s slow going sometimes, but its slow because of the tasks, not because I’m ‘Joe Slow’ . Joe Slow you ask? It’s kinda/sorta like the little video below.
I’ve been busting my ass with the zero turn mower and weed eater again, this time around the cabin and near the creek. The ground is so steep in many places that it has to be cut by backing down the hills. A zero turn on steep grade (going face first) is nothing more than an uncontrollable skid. The picture below s about 3/4 of the way down to the creek from my cabin.
This picture was taken near the place the picture above was (I moved 20 yards or so to the right), Note how fast the land falls away from the cabin on the right side.
Finally, this is a picture taken up by the cabin looking down to the creek.
The point of all of this, if there is a point at all, is that cutting and weed-eating around my little chunk of paradise is time consuming and pushes other task to the rear burner. Thus: slow posting !
Thanks for bearing with me as I do my fall tasks.
Now that the weather has begun to moderate (moderately moderate) I thought that I’d get my fishing tackle and poles straightened up and make the final repair to my trailer. I did find a photo (of sorts) of my boat/trailer after the fall.
Today I replaced the roller that’s shown in the yellow circle below. The portion of the trailer that the spare tire is mounted on was twisted and while this forces the spare to ride a little to the left (in the photo) it has no effect on handling or aesthetics so I’m finished with all the repairs.
I put in near Athens Al. at the Elk River Mills boat launch. While there I ran into the guy in the photo below. He’s a tournament fisherman in a league that competes from kayaks. I had no idea that was a sport. According to him, there are actually three different leagues and he competes in all three.
This thing has a strong electric motor on it and extensive electronics. Here is a little closer view.
I ran my boat up the Elk River to what I guess was nearly the Tennessee line. When the water started getting ‘thin’ I saw this house on the east side of the river.
There is a lot going on with this place. That’s a pretty unique platform that the house is built on, made of huge concrete blocks and stacked 10 feet or so high. I suppose that’s their way of keeping the river out of the house should the Elk ever flood, but between the bank of 6-8 feet and the block, they’ll escape everything but the second coming. City folk might find the water collection system a little odd and they may think it strange that the house has been circumscribed with a electric wire-mesh fence. Both of these are common when you get away from pavement and light poles and live your life on the edge of civilization.
I will say that this first time I’ve ever seen a gate on the water side of a boat launch, but they obviously have their reasons.
Here is a view (below) of the electric mesh fence. My guess is that it is solar operated as I could see no power going to the place. Looking at other photos I’ve taken, I can see no exterior lighting. These folks apparently have no power or have a generator for emergency interior lighting.
Living this far out it’s a good idea to have an electric mesh fence as all kinds of critters will want to either live with you or eat you. If you’ve ever had a raccoon as a roommate you know just how hard they are to vacate. Same with skunks, possum, squirrels, etc. When you get on in years feral dogs, hogs, and coyote begin sizing you up. All good reasons for fencing.
Well, as the old saying goes: There is a time and a place for all things. The time for the place indicated by the yellow arrow above was a month ago. A month ago the foliage along the fence line could have easily been tamed with the weed-eater and I would not have to have fought woody brush every square foot for the roughly 850 feet. The problem was the weather was so damn hot/humid a month ago that it became easy for me to procrastinate.
By way of orientation, the entry to the property is via the upper road, follow it for half a mile or so and the cabin appears. The road right below the arrow bounds a part of the front pasture. The horizontal distance between the fence line (circled in the photo below) and the road is about 10 foot or so.
Weed-eating 850 feet is not all that difficult. It’s a bitch when the foliage has grown so much that it has become ‘woody’, and a really crusty old bitch when it sits on an embankment that slopes 8 feet or so vertically over 4 horizontal feet. In the photo above I’ve cut the 850 foot embankment and now need to get to the top and the 2-4 foot flat area around the fence.
That part is done! Now I need to get the bolt cutters and cut down all of the woody plants that the trimmer wouldn’t.
These photos were taken just below where the yellow arrow is in the Google Earth capture. The last one shows just how ‘woody’ the area had become.
I’ve got to run up to the garden spot in a short while and pull the okra. It demands attention every two or three days and this is day three. This year I went with a variety called ‘Emerald Green’ instead of the ‘Clemson Spineless’ that I’d been planting/harvesting the last several years. The emerald is a little more forgiving (doesn’t stiffen up as much) when you miss a day of picking. Once picked it’s cleaned, boiled for 3 minutes, tossed into an ice-water bath, cut, flowered, placed on a parchment paper lined cookie sheet and frozen for four or five hours. Once frozen its repackaged into quart baggies for long term freezing. I’ll also freeze a few quart baggies full of some that are un-breaded. This will go toward gumbo when the leaves begin to drop this fall.
The garden is still spitting out jalapenos. They are not as abundant as last year, and the size is not as large, but they are damn good. I’ve used almost all that were produced thus far this year in the salsa and rotel I’ve made. I’ll put up the rest in my three favorite types: simple brine, ‘spiced’, and what’s called ‘cowboy candy’ (spiced with sugar).
The habaneros are just about ripe and the thick cayenne peppers are a deep red. I’ll get those pull in the next couple of days. They cayenne will be dehydrated and then ran through a food processor to turn them into red pepper flakes. The habaneros will be dehydrated and remain in little strips. My only real planned use for them is for shrimp & scallop ceviche.
The watermelon, cantaloupe, eggplant, and slicing tomatoes are still producing. Right now I believe I could live a full ‘nuther’ lifetime without skinning/coring another Roma tomato (a feeling that will pass when the salsa runs low). I trashed the last 4 quarts of last year’s salsa this morning and spent a little time arranging, rearranging and then un-arranging the pantry. Here is what I’ve gathered/preserved thus far:
I did get the boat out this past week. I fished just a mite, but my real purpose was to see if there was any damage from my spring accident and to reposition the boat on the trailer. My spring accident came about by my being in a big friggin hurry and not blocking the wheels on the trailer when I unhooked it from the jeep. I thought sure that I would stay where it was on my upper driveway (wrong). Given that the jack on the front of the trailer has a wheel on it, it came off of the drive, bounced off of a couple of trees, gained enough speed to jump the upper tier of my railroad tie retaining wall and end up nose down on my lower drive. This promptly crushed the front jack and caused the boat to slam forward on the trailer. I guess the only thing that kept it on the trailer is the two rear tie-downs and transom saver.
I was able to lift the boat and trailer back over the wall using the tractor.
Because of the way the boat was positioned on the trailer the only way to get it launched was to back so far into the water that the exhaust on my jeep was gurgling. This enabled the u bolt welded to the front of the boat to float over the roller on the front of the trailer. The front of the boat had to go up before it could go back.
I replaced the front jack a few weeks ago and, now that I’m certain that I didn’t crack my transom or destroy my engines hydraulic trim. All is good !
Anyway, I’ve got to go gather okra. Take care. Block your trailer wheels.
Not quite as bad as the dust bowl around my neck of the woods, but we’re getting pretty dry. The few drops we were blessed with early last week was the first rainfall in more than a month.
After several attempts to transfer the photo’s I took of the garden on my camera (Nikon D300) to the hard drive on my computer, I’ve decided to let that rest until I can figure which piece of technology has corrupted itself. Hopefully it’s just a matter of reloading a driver (or two). I shall continue to post with bloodied brow and photos from the webs (vice my own) until the gods shine their light on my technology.
The garden is kicking ass and I’ve been busy putting thinks up. I really need to keep on top of the ‘plucking’, once the tomatoes begin to ripen I’ll need all of my time to get those canned.
The last couple of days have been mostly peppers picking and jelly makin’. I’ve made batches of: Habanero-Aprocot, Apple-Cayenne-Bell, Cayenne-Bell-Banana Pepper, and Jalapeno-Cayenne. I’ve found that the green cayenne peppers are completely sweet and mild for the bottom half of the pepper. No seed means no heat, so to make up for the slow start of my bell peppers (California Wonder) I’ve been supplementing with the green cayenne. The cayenne are called ‘cayenne thick’ and grow 9-10 inches long and perhaps 3/4 inches wide so it doesn’t take all that many to get a few cups worth.
The Habanero-Apricot really has some heat to it. This recipe is a little different that others I’ve used in that you start by soaking dehydrated apricots in vinegar for 4 hours before you begin. I used a dozen peppers instead of the 10 called for and I removed about half of the seeds; not sure that made a difference given the fire that Habanero’s bring. The apricots proved a great balance.
Likewise, the Apple-Cayenne (actually the recipe was for an Apple-Jalapeno mix) called for Granny Smith apples cooked down and then strained. I bought a strainer/mill earlier this year (lesson learned from last year’s tomatoes) and decided to try it on the apples. It’s a wonderful tool!
I pulled about two cups of jalapenos this morning and still have 5 cups of blueberries from yesterday’s haul. I’m pretty sure this is the last of the blueberries so I’ll be mixing them together for my next run of pepper jelly. With this run I’ll have 50 or so half pints put up. Don’t think that’s going to be enough given that my daughter and son-in-law have discovered them.
Managed to get some more pesto put up; my 10 basil plants produce about 8 cups of leaves every 5-7days and this, when mixed with garlic, parmesan cheese, walnuts and oil produce 4 half pints. I’m thinking the basil will be a little more productive once it gets taller/broader, and I can get more stored before season end. At the current rate of production/consumption I’ll not be able to store any!
Zucchini is ramping up. This is the garden’s sneakiest plant; I can check the plants twice a day every day and pull everything I see and then one day find a zuc the size of my forearm lying in plain sight. I’ve got some sliced thin and seasoned with oil and paprika in the dehydrator right now. I’m thinking I can get several months dried and jarred before the plants give out. There are so many different recipes for zuc chips that many varieties will grace the shelves of my pantry soon!
Much goodness is beginning to be gathered out of my little garden; peppers, blueberries, basil, garlic, and cabbage are the latest placed under seal.
I gathered several cups of wild blackberries and canned up what I’m calling ‘Black-Jap’. This is a jelly made by combining 4 cups of blackberries and 10 diced Jalapeno peppers. Around here we’ve grown accustomed to calling the Jalapenos ‘Japs’; thus the ‘Black-Jap’ moniker. I had some of this great jelly spread across hot biscuits yesterday morning and will definitely be making another batch! I think 16 or so half pints will last about a year.
I’ve also put up a batch of pepper jelly made of green Cayenne (as the heat producer), bell and banana peppers. It actually is just a tad more spicy than the Jalapeno pepper jelly, but the flavor is significantly different; for lack of another descriptors, I’ll call it more ‘smokey’ in taste.
Our daughter, son-in-law, granddaughter, and a couple other kids came up on Saturday to fart around with the cattle. We broke out the the jalapeno pepper jelly, cream cheese and crackers and they put a couple of bottles worth away in a single sitting. They left with a ‘care-package’ composed of two types of pepper jelly (cayenne and jalapeno), some blueberry jam, cabbage, and some basil Pesto.
I’ve made several types of pesto so far this year, but the one I like most is basil with walnut. I did arugula earlier and while it’s good, it doesn’t match the basil. With 10 basil plants producing this year I’m shooting to get 2 dozen half pint jars frozen. I’ve pulled 50 plus head of garlic and have them hanging in the barn to dry. The key to good pesto is freshness. Fresh basil, garlic, parmesan cheese, walnuts, and extra virgin olive oil all come together to make this a delightful snack.
I pulled in the few heads of cabbage I’d planted. They’ve been sliced and diced and placed into quart jars to ferment into sauerkraut. I didn’t get enough planted to make more than 8 quarts. According to the farmers almanac I can get a fall crop in if I plant more again this week. Think I’ll try that out. I planted Napa cabbage to make Kimchi with, but the heads never formed tightly., so that’s a bust.
The okra and zucchini are beginning production and I’m beginning to see color in the tomato crop so will be busy this summer!
We did get a good amount of slow steady rain for the last few days and the coming week looks promising as well.
The blueberries are hitting on all cylinders and I’m picking off ripe berries and canning them into delicious jam every other day. I’ll be picking and canning again today. I’ve put up 24 half pint jars from the three batches thus far, about half of what I’d like to have on hand for eat’n and for gift’n.
The jalapeno’s are at the point where some will need to come of the plants soon. I’ll be putting these up as slices and as an important ingredient when salsa making time rolls around (another month?). Right now I’m looking at making some pepper jelly out of them. I’ve gathered several good recipes all of which call for bell peppers (which are rare in my garden right now) and none of which call for banana peppers (of which there are some few more), so I’ll be experimenting some as I put these up.
My excuse for not posting yesterday is/was the mowing and weed-eating of the front fence line; about 1600 linear feet. The mowing part is easy, trimming under the barb wire and around the T-posts could have been a pain in the ass if it were not so beautiful out. The posting will be less numerous than in the past as I’m making an earnest attempt to avoid shallow political memes; I’ll still throw up a particularly poignant one (or more) if they are enlightening or humorous.
I converted the Blueberries I picked yesterday into jam today. It’s made from the simplest of recipes: 7 cups berries (crushed to 5), 6 cups sugar, a package of pectin and a quarter cup of lemon juice. This produced 8 half pints of the great tasting jam. This was water bath canned for 10 minutes.
In the morning I’ll place it along side of the three types of orange marmalade I’ve put away; one from Naval oranges, one from a mix of Naval and Valencia oranges, and one made from ‘blood’ oranges.
I drove out to where I know blackberries are growing to see if the rain has helped them to plump up some: yea, kinda/sorta helped but it’s going to take a couple of more days of occasional rain to get them into good condition. Maybe by the first week in July the crop will be mature and I can go pickin !
The advances in information technology sometimes leave me feeling like I’m a babe lost in the woods. I’ve been battling a number of attacks on this website over the last several weeks. I’ve not won the war but believe that I’ve found a way to keep the barbarians from the gates.
Thanks to all who have written. I’m good.
The garden is going like gangbusters. I’ve got 40 Roma’s in this year (twice as many as last year) and I’ve put a lot of time into keeping them pruned. Last year I lost quite a bit of crop to pest and pestilence; something that could have been mitigated by having good airflow and sunshine. I’ve planted both Bessers (cherry) and Bonny Best for salads, sandwiches, and dehydrating.
I picked Blueberries some this afternoon and have exactly enough (7 cups) for the first batch of Blueberry Jam. I was/am worried about the wild Blackberries because so little rain has fallen in the last two weeks. We had several passing showers today and the promise of more in the coming days so I’m hopeful we’ll get enough moisture to get them fat and juicy.
Anyway, thanks again to all who sent along well wishes. I’m still fat and happy!
1 May is the average last frost day at my place. Experience has shown that if I put anything that can be harmed by frost into the ground before then, I’ll end up scrambling to get a heavy layer of straw over whatever that might be. Almost always, that will end up being tomatoes and peppers. They are typically out of control before the temps stabilize.
I’m a slow learner, but I got it. 1 May. 27 days from now.
I’ve put a couple of days into rehabilitating my garden plot. Here is a picture I took today of one of my three raised bed areas. It’ll take a day or so to bring this back up to snuff. I could take less time, but the small tiller has given up the ghost again and so each of these 10 beds will need to be turned by hand.
When I get done it’ll look like the area I’m currently working in (below). That little tiller is perfect for lifting into and out of the boxes (when the son-ofa-bitch runs).
I’m thinking that we are past the point where we could get a hard freeze, so I reestablished the water supply to the garden and watered those things that I have in the ground. The lettuce is coming along, I’ve got 5 varieties going.
Strawberries were happy to get a sprinkle of cool water as well. These are a ever-bearing and will produce throughout the summer
Everything is beginning to flower, the strawberries above, the thyme below, and I’ve got so many bees on my blueberry bushes I’m afraid to go near them! I’ve even had one of my apple trees show off a bloom…..just one.
The Thyme (above and below) is getting ready to get some company; oregano. I’ve carved out a space in the box where the garlic and thyme is, dirtied up the soil (if that makes sense) and lined it off with rocks.
Those four blocks in the center of the photo below are seeded with oregano. There’s maybe 25 or 30 plants.
All of those things I had in the mini-green house needs to be replanted. I’ve got my red solo cups all loaded with soil and lights erected.
I may have waited a day or two too long, as some of the seedling are getting ‘leggy’ . Those long legged guys below are cabbage! I’ve replanted most everything that got this far along, buried them up to nearly their leaves in a solo cup..
So now the little mini-greenhouse will be reloaded with the next batch of goodies for the garden: I’m thinking cantaloupe, watermelon, zucchini, eggplant, pattypan squash. Just thinking about cool, fresh, juicy cantaloupe makes the whole garden experience worth it!.
Y’all enjoy your quarantine and pray for those that are away from their loved ones at this time. It’ll be over soon enough and we will all be eating cantaloupe.
Surprisingly, I had cabbage appear in the seeding tray last night. Hard to believe that what should have taken 10-15 days to appear, showed up in 2. I started 10- seeds of two types: ‘Early Golden Acre‘ and ‘Ferry’s Round Dutch‘. The former is an early variety that harvests in 60 days, the later in 71. Again, my thoughts are to put out more than I need in case the sky falls in and we ramp up the number of folk that garden needs to support. Cabbage can be stored for a couple of years if fermented (sauerkraut) and canned so what isn’t immediately needed will be available for the next crisis.
All of the pepper’s are up and growing in the tray except the California Wonder (green bell pepper). I’ll be moving these into solo cups this week to make room in my mini-greenhouse for the many other seeds that need to be hurried along.
I drove into Redstone Arsenal yesterday to collect the wife’s meds. They have kinda/sorta figured out how to do drive by distribution. It was slow and clumsy but I felt much better about collecting them that way then walking into a crowded facility where everyone was sick. The Asian market is about 4 miles from the Arsenal, so I stopped by there and picked up some more kimchi sauce and a Korean Radish for another batch.
I got a note from Victory Seed Company this morning letting me know that my most recent order has shipped. This will get me egg plant, dill, Napa lettuce, and arugula (alternative to basil for pesto) and a few other things.
Now if the weather will just cooperate, I could get all of the beds conditioned and primed tor a great gardening season.
It dried out over the last couple of days and was able to put good effort into the border around my fruit trees and working on the early season lettuce. Storms will roll into my little slice of the planet this evening so it’ll be at least Tuesday before I can give the unprepared planting beds the attention (tiller) they need.
For the fruit tree boundary I collected 26 railroad ties from our burn pile using a chain and the tractor to snatch them out. I could use the tractor to get them near where they would be placed, but all of them needed to be moved by hand once they were in the general area of the trees. If it’s been awhile since you’ve manhandled railroad ties or you’re a novice in this field let me say there are no words that can do justice to the task!
The ties are heavy, dumb, and spiteful. I’ve got weed-block and mulch down in two of the three tree areas and would have finished off the last one, but the wind was strong enough to make that more of a challenge than I was willing to signup for today.
I thinned the planted lettuce that was in the garden, using the excess to begin second and third rows of plantings. I don’t think I’ll need that much lettuce all at once (I’ll still need to plant at 2 week intervals to have fresh all year through) but with this ‘rona shit all about If the kids and grandkids need to pop smoke, there will be plenty to go around. I put another two lettuce varieties in the beds along with broccoli.
I’ve consolidated most of the reemerging strawberry plants into one planter (30 or so) and part of another planter (10). These are a gift as I had no expectation that what I had planted last year had survived.—actually what I planted last year did not survive, what I have this year are the runners that were generated by the original planting. They are now flowing and will begin to produce in May and run through August.
Today I started 40 Roma tomato’s, 6 Oregano, 10 head of cabbage in my little seed starter greenhouse. Tomorrow may be a good day to begin building out the shelving and stringing up the lighting for all of those plants that will soon be graduating from the little seed starter rig to the solo cup jungle.
I’m proud to announce that I’ve fathered the first pepper plants of my season: Cayenne. The little guys appeared last night, six days after planting. As I recall they took 10 days last year to break soil; I attribute their early appearance to a change to the way that I started them.
I used a one of those cheep 72 space planting trays I pick up at WallyWorld and packed the little soil holders with a seed starter mix (last year I used potting soil).
Once I placed two seeds of five types of pepper into their new temporary home, I placed the entire tray into a cabinet that is heated by a 70 watt bulb. That bulb keeps the interior of the cabinet between 78 and 82 degrees.
These Cayenne peppers are called ‘Thick Cayenne’ because the fruit is about 4 times the size of normal Cayenne peppers. I did not order new seeds of this variety last year and did not plant seeds for it, the plant just suddenly materialized among some tomatoes. I saved the last few fruit of the season and captured the seeds.
Here is a photo of the Basil that I mentioned the other day. Only three days in the soil (under the heat of the lamp) and they popped up.
Everything in this tray will get replanted into plastic ‘soho’ cups once they get their first set of ‘true leaves’. When that happens they will go under a set of shop lights that I’ve managed to keep for the last 4 or 5 years. 1 May is my planned garden planting day
I didn’t look at my notes from last year, but I’m certain that the seedlings did not push through the soil in 3 days. I’m exactly 6 weeks from my spring ‘last frost date’ (1 May) and this variety is a very large plant—this means I’ll have the joy of the sweet smell of basil throughout the cabin for the last 3 or 4 weeks of their indoor growth.
I’ve checked on the lettuce I had planted in the garden, two varieties are going like gang-busters and I’ve got something poking it’s head above the soil in the two areas I was concerned about; I don’t think it’s lettuce, but won’t know for sure for a few more days.
Every other day for the last week or so I’ve decided that there was something more that I needed in case our ‘temporary COVID setback’ turned into something more unsettling. First it was salt, then two days later I thought that more flour was needed, and finally, yesterday I went out for more canning lids.
Today I began thinking of yeast, and then realized that this constant rethinking of needs, all centered around piddly stuff, was just an expression of my insecurities and I’ll be damned if I’m going to drive 25 miles into town and 25 miles back for more yeast. Instead, I just searched the interwebs and found how to make/preserve yeast at Off The Grid News ; problem solved.
I mentioned the other day that I put some lettuce out and, though it is in well in advance of when the pro’s suggest it should be, two of the five varieties have already sprouted and have popped their little heads above the soil.
The other three varieties that I planted are Prize Head (also 2013 seeds), and two 2020 purchased seeds: Red Romaine and All Year Long.
I started cleaning out those three planting beds that were not weed-blocked/mulched last year because they held strawberries The berries did real poorly and every plant look as if it had some type of disease. I chalked this up to a poor supplier and forgot about them. While cleaning up the boxes I found these guys tucked-in with weeds.
By the way; the black lining in each of the boxes keeps the soil off of the wooden frame. Lesson learned: soil against the frame will rot the frame!
As a final note, if you are beginning to think about prepping and an off grid life, I strongly recommend you look at the ‘A-Z Foodgrower’ articles that Wirecutter maintains. It’s a real eyeopener and will clue you onto some considerations that might otherwise be overlooked…..which is why I planted old lettuce seeds instead of the new ones I’ve gotten since.