Little Patch of Tilled Earth

130519 Tilled GardenThis past weekend was a rather productive one considering it rained most of Sunday.  I made my way to the Shelburne Farm and Garden early on Saturday morning picking up a few plants, mostly for the newer perennial garden.  I completely weeded out the raspberries and the garlic patches plus planting all of my new plants by noon.  The dock growing in every bed is beginning to get to me since I have to use a shovel to get each one out.  The roots are all about a foot long now.  Dandelions everywhere, but when there are so many of them it’s rather pretty.

Cleomes were planted in the perennial bed, my all time favorite annual.  The garden center had some nice ones so I planted them in with the Echinacea .  I was disappointed with things not coming up but I think I’ve just been impatient.  Everything in the perennial beds is up as I remembered it being planted and it’s beginning to fill in.  I have been checking for the jack-in-a-pulpits on the north side of the house for a couple of weeks now and hadn’t seen them until yesterday.  They have been there the entire time we’ve been at the house so I would be disappointed if they were gone.

I bought an eggplant because I had never even seen one grown before last summer.  It’s been planted in a flower bed.  I will be putting asparagus into the north end of the vegetable garden this year, probably planting it on Wednesday.  I either had to plant it there or start an entirely new bed.  I couldn’t figure out where to put a new bed and figured committing space in the garden for the asparagus was worthwhile (it’s a 20 year commitment).  I’ll just have to till the rest of the garden with that in mind.

I tilled the garden on Sunday morning in between a couple of showers and swarms of black flies.  I had to get it done.  I also did a little soil test to see where the ph was and was pleased to see it was in a tolerable range.  I’d been worried that I was trying to grow plants that were just too unhappy with the soil conditions but it would appear that things are much better than I had thought.  I’ll hit it with some composted manure before I plant and continue rotating my plants every year.  Rotation works well for me because I bore so easily, each year feels like a new garden (well it is but I try to make the layout completely different).  Last year I had mostly rows going east/west, this year I will probably have more of a potager type.  The new, experimental crops will be a dwarf popcorn and some purple string beans.  For pole beans this year I will be interspersing Scarlet Runners with Kentucky Wonder I think.  I love the flowers and so do the birds, bees and hummingbird moths. Sharing my garden with these creatures is really what it’s all about for me.  Of course ask me again right after the raccoons destroy my corn.  Still unsure if I will do teepees for the pole beans or do a long trellis like I did a few years ago.  I will have to see what kind of saplings I can find in the woods.

The only things that will planted in the next week or so will be the asparagus, potatoes and onions.  Everything else will wait until the weekend of June 1st.  I’m always so over-anxious to get things into the ground I often put seeds in earth that is just too cold.  One more week won’t make that much of a difference.  I will be starting basil and nasturtiums in pots to scatter around the gardens.  I usually plant the nasturtiums in the garden but have found that they are difficult to weed around as they get going and they look great cascading over the sides of pedestal pots.

The photograph really makes my garden look rather small, in reality it is about 20′ x 50′, so it’s a pretty good size.  I haven’t put up the fence posts yet for my caution tape fence.  Chester spent a good deal of time yesterday in that fine tilled soil – he loves it.  You can imagine what he looked like after rolling around in it while it was raining.  And once again he has photobombed my pictures – he sincerely thinks he should be in every shot.

 

 

The Magic Window

SophieSophie is a dog that is wound a little tight.  She’s very nervous and barks at every little noise she hears.  She feels as though she needs to be in the middle of everything but can be so noisy that she often is left behind when those little trips happen.  I just don’t want to listen to her barking.

One of the things that sends her into a crazed state is what we refer to as the “magic window”.  Cait believes that is what all dogs think of drive up windows at fast food places.  They know that you drive up and a person hands you food, usually french fries which is a special weakness for all dogs and children.  Sophie starts barking as soon as we approach the magic window and it escalates when she sees the person behind the glass.  It doesn’t matter that there’s food.  At least that is what I thought until today.

Once a week I go to the drive up window at my bank.  It’s a very small bank in what seems like the middle of nowhere.  Every time we go the teller gives me cookies for the dogs.  We just started going to this bank about a month ago and it is on the way to Rowe so Sophie is always sitting in the front seat next to me. The first time we stopped she lost her mind when the teller appeared in the window.  She opened the drawer and there were two milkbones in it.  I gave one to Sophie and one to Chester.  The teller gave me two more with the receipts.  Sophie stopped barking.

Since that time Sophie has not barked once when we’ve gone to that drive through.  This seems to be somewhat of a miracle to me.  Maybe it’s not just the cookies, maybe it’s the teller. All I know is this is the only window I’ve found that is truly magic.

Going, going, gone.

130411 (1)Sue messaged me on Tuesday to say I wouldn’t believe how much of the snow was gone.  Sunday when we left there was just one bare spot next to the patio.  This morning all of the gardens are exposed.  Things are popping out of the earth everywhere.  God I love this time of year.  The birds were all singing.  The back forty was very, very wet but walkable.  The water is rushing through the little brook that exits Hoover Damn (I guess I should write about Hoover Damn sometime).

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The garlic is up!  That’s very exciting.

130411 (2)And this looks like what will be on the agenda this weekend – burning brush.  It seems like this is a never ending chore.  It piles up all year waiting for burn season to open in January.  Of course in January there is usually too much snow and half the pile is buried so we have to wait . . . and wait . . . and wait.  Burn season ends on May 1st so we just finish sugaring and it’s a mad couple of weekends trying to get everything burned.  There is also a large pile of logs that needs to be cut and split.  And of course Chester has photo bombed another shot.  That’s his purpose in life.

 

 

Sophie’s Multiple Personalities

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When we got Chester it became clear right from the beginning that Sophie did NOT like him, not one little bit.  They initially had a huge fight over food where Chester bit and pierced her ear.  It had to hurt but Sophie is such a drama queen that you would have thought she was near death.  As the months went on she would continue to attack him for no reason (at least that we could see).  I then started taking just her and Chester to Rowe during the week and they seem to have bonded.  We’ve had Chester for a year and a half now and Sophie is tolerating him and at times will even play with him.  Monday we were driving from Rowe to Enfield and this is what I saw in the back seat.  Since it was April 1st I’m thinking this was some sort of joke.

A Whole Different World

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When I got up this morning this is what I saw looking out of an upstairs bedroom window.  Pictures sometimes don’t do justice to the reality.  It was stunningly beautiful out (and quite warm as well).

 

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I took another photo from the living room window – the snow bank is what is up over the windows.  I didn’t think we were going to see that this year, I was wrong.  It will be months before I can go out the patio door.

 

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It was so nice out that I decided to put on the snowshoes and walk down to the back forty before I left to go back to Enfield.  I swear Chester intentionally photo bombs every picture I take.  He’s like that, it’s all about him.

 

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This is the second time this winter I’ve seen this.  I always count those days as special because the beauty is extraordinary.  These are also the days that are so peaceful and quiet.  Nothing but bird song.  The songs are changing now.  It’s beginning to sound like spring even with all of this snow the birds are coming back.

 

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Looking back at the outbuildings the snow makes everything look so clean, fresh.

 

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We all enjoyed our little trek out back, breathing the fresh air and listening to the birds.  I got into my car and by the time I’d reached Route 2 in Charlemont the world had changed.  It looked more like spring there, with much less snow.  By the time I got to Enfield it was a whole different world.  Nothing but mud and puddles.  This time of year it amazes me the difference in two places that are really not that far away from each other.  This is when I remember that the growing season in Enfield starts 3 weeks earlier than it does in Rowe.  As much as I like spring I have to say I’ll take a snowy morning like this morning’s any day.

Snow Day

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Today, while everyone had a miserable rainy day, we had another day of snow.  I had come up to be here when they changed the internet from satellite to DSL.  I went to bed after 11:30 last night and was seeing the moon peaking through clouds.  This morning there was about 6 inches on the ground at 7 a.m.  Verizon showed up about 9 and did a cursory drive through then called about a half hour later to say everything was all set.  I spent the next 4 hours trying to get it all to work.  It is now so I will stop complaining.

The snow is very heavy and wet.  Jay came to plow and had a difficult time moving it much of anywhere.  I shoveled a little and played with the dogs.  Chester was excited about the snow but now so much about how wet he got while he was in it.  The wind is really picking up now and it’s still coming down.

I have a nice fire going in the fireplace and think I may pour myself a glass of wine.  Then I will do a little rug hooking or read a good book.  There’s a lot to be said for a snow day.

 

Hello Old Friends

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Yes, by now everyone has heard about the snow in the northeast.  We left for Rowe in the morning on Friday after finding someone to clear our driveway in Enfield after that fateful event.  It snowed, it was a blizzard but waking up on Saturday morning with the wind still blowing and it being in the mid teens in temperature we stayed inside next to a fire.  Reports began to come in from the daughters – one in Enfield, one in Boston about the amount of snow and their cars being buried or nearly invisible.  They had their shovels and food, hadn’t lost power, were working their way through the mess with everyone else around them.  What they had in southern and eastern MA and CT was not really what we had in Rowe.  We had a good snowstorm – anywhere from 15 to 18 inches of white, fluffy snow, what they had was monumental.  The problems in those urban areas were compounded by an inability of the cities and states to handle the amount of snow they received.  I can tell you there are a lot of trucks today with blown transmissions that failed the task of plowing out streets, parking lots and driveways.

Sunday morning the winds had died and the temperature rose to a balmy 30 degrees.  We decided to get the snowshoes out.  We use beautiful vintage models made in Maine in years gone by.  The problem was that my leather bindings had broken beyond repair over 2 years ago.  I had scoured the internet and found someone out west that made bindings for these in neoprene.  They’d been kicking around the house for almost 2 years since there really hadn’t been enough snow to take them out (or I was too lazy to rebind them).  I was also a little skeptical that they would be as good as the old ones and was really contemplating dusting off the old leather working skills to just make another pair.  The weather was just too nice to watch Bill snowshoe away and sit in the house so I dug those neoprene bindings out.  What a chore that turned out to be.  The instructions were vague at best.  I’m pretty good at reverse engineering something but none of the new straps were marked so I had to guess.  Fitting my boots into the bindings on a table was a lot easier than doing it in the snow and finally we were ready to go.

Chester went with us, the little dogs stayed behind.  We have learned from experience that if you take them out in deep snow with snowshoes all they do is walk on the backs of your shoes, not fun or funny. So Sophie spent the entire time we were gone looking out the window from the back of the chair at a snow bank barking – she couldn’t even see us.  Chester took this opportunity to bring a tennis ball and played an extended game of fetch.  Extended because he continually lost that ball in the snow and would take forever to find it.

It was nice to walk out to the wood lot, a place we have difficulty getting to in other seasons due to beaver activity.  It was so quiet and beautiful out there.  The only noise was an occasional crow or chickadee with the sound of the snow beneath our shoes.

This is winter as it should be, outdoors, quiet.  And those new bindings?  Spectacular!

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On a Snowy Morn

This is Chester’s favorite kind of morning, one with new snow. Although we didn’t get hit as hard as most of the state our morning will be spent digging out. Bill has the tractor out plowing most of the driveway in back of the house. Jay was here at 5:30 this morning plowing it enough to use in an emergency but we will have the rest cleaned up before he comes back. Bill loves using his tractor for anything he can, best investment we ever made.

We are beginning to get that closed in feeling that happens every winter we have snow. Our world here becomes a little smaller because of the drifts and banks of snow. I think that’s one of the reasons I love springs arrival, the world opens up again with that smell of wet earth.

Quiet Beauty

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It seems as if it snows every day in Rowe.  Last night we had maybe a half an inch of light, fluffy snow.  It settles on the trees and shrubs and waits for a breeze to come along and blow it to the ground.  There is such quiet beauty here.  The sun came up this morning competing with the low clouds shrouding everything in a pink glow, wonderful.

Little Dog Syndrome

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Poor Chester doesn’t know he isn’t a little dog.  He’s taken to sleeping in what once was Buddy’s bed.  It’s maybe 26″ across.  He squishes himself into it and will stay there for hours.  I found this out a couple of weeks ago when I was carrying the bed home in the back of my sister’s car intending to have it at the house in Enfield for Bud to snooze in.  Chester was in the car for a couple of hours sleeping in that bed.  He normally has the whole back of my hatchback but thought this was much cozier.

Young dogs always learn a lot from the older dogs around them, unfortunately for Chester (or me) he’s only been around Miniature Schnauzers.  He doesn’t understand why Sophie and Buddy can sit in our laps and he can’t.  On the occasion when someone has picked him up his tail wags like it’s one of the most momentous occasions of his life.  You know he’s been feeling neglected because the little dogs get that snuggle time and he doesn’t.  Every morning he gets onto the loveseat where I’m sitting, drinking my coffee, and leans against me.  It’s sort of a hug.  Mind you I also have at least one other dog sitting in my lap, usually Sophie. It’s cute but he’s large and doesn’t realize it.  He thinks he’s doing what he’s supposed to do.

He and Sophie have become fast friends.  It took over a year for her to warm up to him but in the past few months they have started to play – a lot.  There is nothing funnier that watching them go at it.  When Sophie is on her hind legs  she comes up to his shoulder.  They play tug of war or just wrestle around on the floor.  Chester knows all the tricks to get her to let go of the toy.  He just realized that if he can find the squeaker she will let go – she hates any toy with a squeaker.

All in all it’s fun having a dog with size confusion issues.  He makes me laugh every day.  Most of my dogs have made me laugh intentionally but I think Chester just thinks he’s being a normal little dog.