Saturday, February 5, 2011

Gardening 2011 - Day One

Gardening in the north starts in the house.  It has to.  There's no way I could wait until June to start playing in the dirt.  Step one.  Clean up the sunroom and the greenhouse shelves.  This is the mess that gathers over the winter, as pretty much everyone assumes the empty greenhouse shelves are just extra closet space, and mitt drying racks (they do work pretty good for that), and a place to stuff everything the puppies thought looked good enough to gnaw on.




That done, step two was sorting and organizing my seed stash, making a list for what needs to be bought, what brands and types I already have, and what I will focus on this year.



Step two is very important, since I bought all of these bean seeds the other day.  Evey store I went into.  Every brand.  Every type.  Plus five packets I had stored from last year.  Plus the loose seed from my plants last year.  Plus, I'm broke.  But they just started putting the seed displays out.  And I am like some kind of addict.  Seeds are my crack.  I drive my children crazy.  Reading packet after packet.  How long are we going to STAY here?  'Cause, you know, that's THE most boring section of the store.  And then the same thing in the next store.  And the next...

Did I need more bean seeds?  Well, yes, actually, I did.  But that has more to do with luck and planning than with my seed shopping habits.  After three years of crappy bean harvests, armed with my new greenhouse, and personal determination, this WILL be, THE YEAR OF THE BEAN.  The plan is to plant half a packet of each type in the garden, and half in the greenhouse.  To take CAREFUL notes, and keep track of which beans are which, and how well they each produce.  Beans should not require a greenhouse, so I'm hoping I'll find at least one type that will flourish in the garden.  But just in case, and because I might have to hurt someone otherwise, my greenhouse will serve it's first year as a green bean centre.  'Cause come hell or high water, there WILL be a freezer full of beans next winter.  And just for fun, some of those types that I have three or four packets of, along with the pole beans, will be planted in my 'forest garden'.  Just to see how well they do.

The point though- the reason for the seed surplus to sort through- is that I am a seed addict, and the stores have already got the seed displays out in February.  So I will look every time I go to town from now 'til next fall, and I'll pick up this and that along the way, and I'll have a seed surplus AGAIN.  Meanwhile, back at the farm, I will be out in the garden when I realize I still don't have ANY parsnips or brussel sprouts.
Everything sorted, counted, and listed in my garden journal, and a shopping list on the fridge door.



I am ready to begin.

Checking In

A quiet, sunny day on the farm.  A nice day for a walk and a visit.

Nellie, trying to keep out of the glaring sun.




Mindy's looking a little plump.  I'd guess a month or two behind Mama though.  This will be her first kid.  Mindy sharing a treat with her.  Also looking nice and plump, except that's all beef.  We'll see about getting her bred this year.

Tori is pretty lonely these days.  The goats and cows just aren't the same as having other horses around.

Mindy again.

There's a nicer view.  Nellie looks so tiny next to Mindy.  She's really gotten big.



Lucky soaking up some sunshine in the kitchen.  He's gotten used to the flea collar, and seems to be flea free now.  I think the worst is over.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Don't eat my camera!

Good morning Mama.  No kids yet.  Please don't eat my camera.  But as long as you're standing, show me your udder.




Look at that bulge.  You're really going to burst!  Show me your udder.



Your butt looks so tiny, with your sides bulging out like that.  Show me your udder.



Hmmm.  That's not looking very full.  Might be a while yet.  Thanks, Mama.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Electric Frying Pan Incubator

Score last night at Value Village!  I picked up this extra long electric frying pan for $15!  And, because I had #1 along with me, I got a 20% student discount!

I was looking online for incubators, since I think I will have a large number of eggs this spring, considering my large number of chickens running around.  I found a couple of references to incubating eggs in an electric frying pan.  An electric frying pan is a much cheaper investment than most incubators, and if it doesn't work out, I can always use it to cook in.

I'm tired of buying chicks that cost me a fortune, and feeding them to the foxes.  The foxes, of course, like to wait until I've also invested a lot of money in feed before they claim their share.  I'll continue trying to fox proof my chicken pen, but I'm very excited to give hatching my own eggs a try.

When we lived down south we always had a few banties and an occasional rhode island red go broody and hatch out their own eggs.  By the time it warms up enough here for a hen to go broody, winter is just around the corner.  So I'm going to attempt the incubating.

I've cleared off the corner of my little desk in the space between my room and the bathroom, which I think will provide the most sheltered (ie, keep the kids and dogs from messing with them) location, without being so far out of the way as to let me forget about them.

I've been playing with the temperature and a thermometer all morning, and I think I've gotten to the 100°F setting desired.  I'll keep checking it through the evening, as the house begins to cool off- the joys of heating with wood- and tomorrow morning.  I may need to adjust the temperature between night and day as I go.





I'm using a damp microfiber cloth as my lining.  Tomorrow, I start adding eggs.  Hopefully my rooster is keeping the hens busy out in the coop!

Good morning

Good morning Dorie.  What were you doing with the hose last night?  Don't tangle yourself up, missy.




Yes, I am talking to you.  It's nice to see that you stayed out of the chicken coop last night.  Our temporary repair is holding.  Chicken feed is not really great for cows.



If you keep ripping the wall apart, you're going to have to sleep outside.



Yes, you.  Did you think I was talking to myself?

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Happy Ground Hog Day!

What's the verdict?  Has Willie seen his shadow?

Growing up, it was always exciting to hear what Willy had to say.  I think, even through most of my adulthood, the forecast from Willy was still fun and fan fare.  I have to be honest though, I just don't feel the same way about wee Willy.  All in all, what does it really matter?

If he sees his shadow, he runs back in his hole, and we're bound to six more weeks of winter.  If he has no shadow, he stays outside, and we'll have an early spring.  Yay!  What is an early spring?  I mean, we watch the groundhog on February 2nd!?!!?  6 more weeks of winter only brings us to March 9th!  We're in a 2a growing zone.  Or an H if you use this new map from Ontario.  Our frost free date is June 3rd!  How much worse could winter get here?

Never the less, there are other signs of an early spring.  The 'January thaw' took place through Christmas vacation.  Mama, with her expanding belly.  The buds on the trees already, not too far south of us.  The heat of the sun these days, as it pours through the windows.

It could happen.


Of course, I can't help but think of those other years, when I was fooled into believing it was spring ahead of time.  When I vigorously planted the garden, well ahead of schedule, and lost everything to those late frosts.  This could be one of those years.  We have so little snow, that just a few days of warm weather could make it all disappear.  Of course, warmer weather also has a tendency to make it snow.  Maybe Willy will come out to tell us that winter is ready to begin.

I'll be watching.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Cheap Food

 Linda, over at Practical Parsimony wrote an interesting post, with this link, an era of cheap food may be drawing to a close.  I was going to comment there, like I usually do, but then I realized that I was going to be rambling and long winded, like I usually am, but, you know, more, so maybe I should write here rather than hijack her post. 

The article starts out by telling us that "U.S. grain prices should stay unrelentingly high this year".  It goes on to tell us about the weather and natural disasters that have ruined crops across the world, and the effect it's had on imports and exports.  The bottom line, is that the store houses are low, "dwindled to their lowest level in decades".   So prices will go up, up, up...  because when you only have a little of something, it makes that little bit ever more valuable.

Of course, the article doesn't mention, how low is low? 

I keep a 50 gallon drum of chicken feed.  It holds almost six bags of feed.  I like to keep it full. 
If I have a bad pay week, or a snow storm, or I forget that the feed store switched over to winter hours and won't be open for three days, I don't want to run out of chicken feed.  So when it gets to about half, I know there's only a week's worth of feed left, and I need to go to the feed store.  I consider half to be 'low' in my chicken feed supplies.

I keep three rubbermaid bins for rice in my cold room.
  I am considering adding a fourth.  Each bin holds 3 8kg bags of rice.  That's 72kg of rice.  I replenish my stock piles every 6 to 8 weeks when it goes on sale, for about half of the regular price.  Since we eat a lot of rice ourselves, as well as rice being one of the main ingredients in doggy stew, we use a lot of rice.  In my last two 'cycles', I've run out of rice before the next sale.  So I'm considering adding a fourth bin to store another 24kg, so my stock piles will only be 'low' and not empty when the next sale comes.

In my examples here, I'm only talking about the needs of my family, my critters, my needs.  I am not trying to feed the world.  I'm not even trying to feed us for the whole winter.  I'm merely stockpiling for convenience and price savings.  Still, low has to mean something.  What does it mean when they say the stocks are low?  Will starvation set in before the end of next growing season?  Will we stop exporting to foreign countries and feed ourselves?  How low is low?  Here are some Canadian numbers, of how the 2010 season ended.

"Total stocks of durum wheat rose 42.3% to 2.7 million metric tonnes."  Astronomical numbers.  What does it mean?  How many people will it feed for how long?  And what else do they have to eat?

In the first article, they suggest that raising prices will encourage farmers to plant more.  Really?  Do we have a lot of farmers with a lot of open fields these days?  Just not bothering to go out and plant because they didn't need the cash last year?  Hmmm.  Me thinks not.  There's a lot of info here about subsidies.  They quote "Thomas (Tom) Walkom, National Affairs Writer for The Toronto Star who wrote a lengthy and well researched article on how subsidies support Canadian farmers."

"The international pricing and subsidy system is so out of whack, according to figures compiled by Statistics Canada and the Organization for Economic Co-operation and Development, that it costs Canadian consumers and taxpayers more to keep agriculture alive in this country than it would to pay farmers to do nothing. Between 1999 and 2002, for example, Canadian farmers received support, in the form of either artificially inflated prices or direct subsidies, to the tune of $24.9 billion. Yet, over the same period, after all costs were accounted for, these same farmers made only $8.8 billion in net income."

Raising prices might encourage farmers to plant more of one thing, if the farmers saw an increase in pay.   But planting more of one crop will result in less of another.  Is that what we want?  In this age of eat local, shop local, support your local community, 100 mile diets?  Do we want the farmers to grow more corn because it's cheaper to buy Mexican tomatoes?  It's also cheaper to buy Brazilian corn.  What's the point?


Some time in the future we may colonize another planet for agricultural purposes.  We may have huge fields of wheat, rice, corn, soybeans, etc, growing there.  We may ship it back to earth in huge space ships.  We may charge the same price as each storage bin is filled across the globe.  We may end world hunger.  That day is not today.

Today we have issues with rising food prices.  Rising fuel prices.  Rising fertilizer prices.  Government subsidies.

Food is not cheap.  It never was.  Cheap food was a myth, brought about by heavy equipment, cheap fossil fuels, and minimal labour.

I was at a pioneer museum once, and someone asked the farm helper threshing the wheat how much he got paid.  It was some mere pittance by today's standards.  Then someone asked what he could buy.  That, of course, seemed like an awful lot.  But the labourer looked at us, and summed it up simply and quickly.  "Why would I pay 35 cents for soap, something I could make myself at home, for free?"  When did we change?  When did we decide it was ok to pay other people instead of doing for ourselves?  And when did we decide that we wouldn't work for what we were willing to pay them?

Seriously.  Cheap food.  Everyone should grow a garden.  Plant some seeds in your backyard, on your balcony, in a pot.  A tiny investment.  Seeds, pot, potting soil.  Track how many hours you spend watering, weeding, tending your crop.  Multiply those hours by minimum wage in your area.  Nearly ten dollars here.  Then subtract the cost of your initial investment.  Then divide it by the amount of produce you grew.

When you make yourself a sandwich with that delicious, locally grown, organic, $50 tomato, relish every sumptuous bite.  Then complain about the rising cost of food at the grocery store.

The problem is, we, as a society, have no idea what food actually costs.  Some of us don't even know where it comes from.  We want more.  We want variety.  We want better quality.  We don't want to pay for it.  We want to keep more of our money to buy cheap plastic Chinese junk- which also isn't cheap.  We want more time to play with our toys, that we buy with our money, that we're not spending on the real cost of food, toys, or leisure activities.  We want more for less.  And we want it now.  But that's not the option.  It never was. 

The options are simple.  Pay for it in cash.  Or pay for it in labour.