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Baby Chicks

The baby chicks arrived today- May 16. We got the call from the post office at 8:30am and shortly there after they were installed in their new home. We’d already prepared their coop having cleaned it and added fresh pine shavings, repaired the back door to their newly mowed run and turned on their mother hen surrogate heater. After cuddling and welcoming each one, we dipped their beaks in fresh water and then mash and set them free. Oh, the excitement of a large space after the confinement in a small cardboard box! We’ll keep them in the coop a couple of days, depending on the weather, before opening the run where they’ll get to experience sunshine, wind, and pasture.

It’s always exciting to watch the spring unfold and compare it to previous years. We’ve been lamenting the cold wet spring and totally rejoicing in the few sunny days we’ve had. It makes it hard to follow my planting schedule. Our soil is holding its own in regard to the rain/moisture levels. The rich crumb and aggregate is like a sponge absorbing & holding water preventing erosion. However, the sponge (and all of us) could use a bit more sunshine & warmth!

Learning Your Way into the Fungal Kingdom

Caro:

Willie, we first met as farm apprentices at Simple Gifts Farm in the spring of 2012. I have this memory of you experimenting with growing mushrooms in the downstairs kitchen of the apprentice house-- specifically I remember you showing off a garbage bag stuffed with substrate that was popping with mushrooms from holes cut in the bag. Was that the year you started learning about growing mushrooms?

Willie:

Yeah, that was still in the beginning of my interest in mushrooms. In the spring of 2011 I inoculated my first logs with a friend. It was this incredibly expansive time in my life in which I was learning about food and how to eat. I was making a shift from shopping at grocery stores toward being actively involved in food production.

Homestead Journey

Last month I started my story about how I became a homesteader.  (Read Part 1 here.)  I wrote about growing up on a small family farm, fleeing the country for a big city job, only to be drawn back to the land by my heart.   I shared my pre-homestead history, up to obtaining this land and the first few beginning steps at Wild Browse Farm. 

This process of reflection has been poignant and enlightening.  Reliving those years of youth, boundless energy and unlimited horizons has been exhausting and exhilarating, while bringing forth both smiles and tears.  I hope you find these memories at least entertaining, if not informative.

During this time of soil creation at the future Wild Browse, I was renting a small place in Wendell, which was located a couple miles away. Even at the rental, I had to start from scratch making a garden in the abandoned pasture, longing for a place to finally put down deep roots.  Having a roof over my head and fresh veggies to eat while still commuting to NESFI (New England Small Farm Institute) allowed for at least some part-time homestead work.  However, with trees cut and orchard and garden prep started, it was time to think about building a place to live.

Homestead Journey

On this sunny but bitterly cold February morning, I thought I’d write about my journey as a homesteader. Since placing our NOFA classified ad seeking to transition the care of Wild Browse Farm to new stewards, I find myself thinking and talking a lot about our history because folks keep asking about how I came to be a homesteader here in Wendell.

I grew up on a small family farm in upstate NY and couldn’t wait to go to college and get away from the country. After graduate school, my jobs in University Administration first took me to NYC and then Ann Arbor, MI. Both destinations were a far cry from the long hours of weeding row-crops, mucking stalls, haying, carrying water, and other ‘’odious chores’’.

soil formation

New England is a weird place to farm. We live in a mostly tree covered landscape of rolling hills, weathered mountains, deep ponds, swamps, rivers, outcroppings of bedrock, and once in a while, some really nice soil. In many areas, soil can change from heavy, wet clay to rocky, sandy soil in a matter of a hundred feet or so. This patchwork effect is increased by the crosshatching of millions of miles of stone walls built by the first European farmers in this area as they tried to eke a living from the rocky ground. It has even been posited that the orneriness of New England’s soil is at least partly responsible for the same trait found in its farmers.

But where did this landscape come from? Why are we blessed with perched water tables, endless crops of “New England Potatoes”- field stones- and house sized boulders seemingly dropped from space in the middle of our woods and fields?

Seeds

For the backyard gardener, a seed catalog can be an exciting resource full of opportunities that cast visions of gorgeous rare plants thriving in your garden and previously undiscovered vegetables that astound your taste buds. But where did these unique seeds come from and why does it matter?

There are different terminologies that are thrown around and each one carries with it an understanding of how plants reproduce and ultimately the way that they are controlled.

Heart Bowl

First of all, I want to thank all of you who have been so supportive during my recent health challenge; thanks for the good energy, thoughts, prayers, meals, cards and concern. I’ve heard from other NOFA staff that some of you have been asking about my status, so here’s a brief rundown.

I had a very successful mitral valve repair performed through open-heart surgery on December 4th. Because they were dealing with a genetic abnormality that caused the prolapse and there were no other problems with my veins/arteries, it went really well. Then I spent 4 ½ days in hospital and have been home for a week and a half. I’m slowly and steadily making progress building up stamina by walking and doing gentle exercises. Not being able to lift over 7-10 pounds has been a challenge. Pru has been an amazing “nurse” as well as being “Homesteader Extraordinaire” by doing EVERYTHING while I sit back and watch (not an easy thing for me to do). I also want to thank my amazing Wendell community who has pitched in to help with meals, Sharon-sitting and encouragement.

wildbrowse farm

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and there is much to be thankful for here at Wild Browse Farm. The larder is full, the cordwood stacked, the garden tucked in, and we are cozily sitting here watching snow fall. Last week was a bit of a whirlwind finalizing the last minute preparations before our first snow of the season. We moved the chickens from their summer pasture to their winter quarters. We harvested the last of our carrots and took down all of the electro-mesh fencing before the ground froze. We then hauled and spread aged wood chips onto the carrot bed and the asparagus beds, as well as several other beds where the mulch was thinner than I like. And, as the first flakes fell, we finished reinstalling the plastic covering on our small hoop-house.

Pork being butchered for packaging and freezing

Without the ease of a backyard garden supplying fresh vegetables or the hum of your local farmers market open for business, it can be challenging to continue to eat locally throughout the winter months in New England. Sometimes I wonder how early settlers survived the frigid December weather without modern day food preservation conveniences like refrigerators, freezers and pressure canners. Luckily, most of us do have these options available these days, which makes it much easier for us to prepare for several months without fresh food.

Green Tomatoes

A rainy day, another in a long succession from the wettest summer I can remember. We did have a few weeks of hot dry days when I began to wonder whether we were at the beginning of a drought.   It surely has been a crazy summer.  I thought I’d talk about some of the successes and challenges of this year’s growing season.

Successes

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