Friday, November 30, 2012

I Think My Tractors Sexy, As Sexy as She Can be For a 66 Year Old

I like old things, I see value in old things. You are just as likely to get in the car with me and hear Nat King Cole or Doris Day blasting out of the radio as you are OneRepublic. I love the papery thin skin and blue veins of an older woman's hands. I like old trucks with ones with a long bench seat covered in vinyl so when you hit a bump in the road the springs in the seat make you bounce up and hit your head on the ceiling. I like the sounds that older things make like the creek that an oak floor makes when you walk on it, the hum of an old refrigerator and the chiming of a grandfather clock. So I guess it is fitting that for now we have put off buying that Kubota B3200 shiny new orange tractor that Mark wants. And instead have purchased a 66 year old 1949 Ford 8N tractor.

For some that may seem like a slightly crazy thing to do but lucky for me I married a mechanic so he can keep the old girl going for awhile longer. Lest you think I am too far up in the crazy tree you should know that the Ford 8N was the most popular tractor in North America. The N series tractor was manufactured by Ford from 1939 to 1954, the 8N was produced between 1947 through 1952. Between 1939 and 1954 nine hundred thousand N series tractors were made of that nine hundred thousand, five hundred and twenty four thousand were the 8N. What this means for us is some pretty amazing stuff. Due to the popularity of this tractor the Owners Manuel as well as the Service Manuel are still in print and available for purchase. eBay has 51 pages of items available from the entire tractor to fenders and air filters. The local Tractor Supply store still carries tires and the AMP and oil gauges.
I named her Gertrude before we even went to look at her. For me it was love at first sight. She is showing her age with dings and rust but I don't care. Gertie and I are a lot alike she is a little slow to start and so am I, she doesn't go that fast but she gets the job done so do I, she needs lead in her tank but then again so do I, we are both a little odd but we are alright with that. Gertrude will teach me patients because after all when you are riding along on an old tractor with a shade umbrella attached to the fender mowing your lawn you really shouldn't be in a big hurry and in return I will keep the rain and snow off her hood and her motor running for as long as I can. So if you are feeling nostalgic and need to know what it feels like to wrap your fingers around a big old narrow plastic steering wheel while you bounce along on a metal seat come see us. It's not quite as fun as Grandma pushing me around her yard in that old green wheel barrow but it's awfully close.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

How To Plant A Tree

Or rather how not to plant a tree, just dig a hole and toss the tree in cover it up and you have fruit, its not rocket science right? Wrong!!! well kind of. Contrary to what I posted on Facebook we did go Black Friday shopping for fruit trees but I did not beat anyone with a Fig Tree to get the last 50% off peach tree. I reserve that kind of anger for something really important like not being able to find a knit sweater pattern on Ravelry so I can use up yarn I already own, anyway back to the trees. The nursery has a great selection of fruit trees we purchase two apples, one apricot, one nectarine, one peach and an Asian pear. We had plotted out where we were planting the trees the day before we had also hauled loads of mulch for a lovely ring to be placed around each tree for weed suppression and moisture retention. On Friday Mark diligently dug six very large holes as the trees were in 4 gallon containers, I remember asking him if he were digging a new well for water or was he on his way to China he laughed I laughed and he kept digging.
Since we are planting things that will need attention and come back every year I decided to buy a gardening journal to help us keep track of what we planted, where we planted it, when to prune it etc. On Saturday we spread our mulch rings around the base of the trees and came home knowing that Sunday would be a much needed day of rest. I sat down and started to enter the trees in the journal and upon doing some Internet research I stumbled up some planting information. I looked at my tired husband and announced "the trees are too deep and it is going to cause us problems" I researched more articles and Mark watch 7 or 8 YouTube videos and so the truth was finally admitted, all six trees are too deep. So what! whats the worst thing that can happen, well it turns out a bunch of bad things if you actually want the tree to live and produce fruit. First we will have a basic tree lesson. Trees do not like to be deep because they get there water from the surface not from some magical water source ten feet under ground. If you plant them to deep the roots will grow up not down looking for water, so what the roots reach the top and get water whats the big deal. I have one word for you: girdling now for me this word conjures up a garment that my Grandmother use to wear it took a crane and three or four strong guys to help you get into the thing and the purpose was to make you look more svelte.

Comfortable yes?? But I digress, back to trees and tree girdling which makes the tree roots wrap around the tree trunk and strangle the tree finally killing the tree it looks like this. Come to think of it they are not much different
A girdling root creates a flat side on a tree trunk
Next is the problem of base support, if the roots cannot spread out to form a large base the tree cannot support its self and falls over. Also when it come to fruit trees there are three varieties, standard, semi-dwarf and dwarf, all this means is how large the tree will be at maturity. We purchased semi-dwarf trees. They get to be semi-dwarfed by grafting a stem to the trunk of a standard size fruit tree if you bury the joint you will change the size of the tree at maturity. I have no burning desire to climb a 30 foot orchard ladder to pick fruit. I am sure that there are other reason not to plant them deep but these two were our main concern. Let me state that our trees were at a minimum 8 inches to deep. What to do, what to do??? We decided to move the six foot diameter mulch rings and dig the trees up and start over, no big deal. Except if you remember in the first photo Mark is in a short sleeved shirt no jacket, that's because it is 60 degrees and we are sweating. Cut to Sunday it it is a balmy 30 degrees with an 8 mile an hour wind yippee. We look a lot like Ralphie's little brother from the movie A Christmas Story. Just in case you don't know what that looks like here you go
We fixed it!! all six trees were dug up and replanted at the proper depth mulch rings reinstalled and no animals were harmed in the process. Now all the trees are watered in and hopefully happily waiting to be pruned in late winter and will bear fruit for years to come. Our lesson learned is to do more research when planting because no one wants to go through this again.

Friday, November 16, 2012

How To Build a Berry Patch & Not Get Divorced In The Process

Marriage and communication skills often times makes for strange bedfellows. It is such and amazing thing to me that Mark and I have been married for twenty eight years. We don't fight about the big things that seem to always top the list like money, jobs, kids. When I decided on a modular house he says "ok". Then after much thought on Marks part he announces he doesn't want a modular home he wants to spend $75,000.00 more and get the log cabin and I say "ok". Not an argument in that entire monumental decision. But get in the Nissan with us on the way to the farm to drop off a load of compost for the new berry patch and boy howdy I can assure you the tension level in that vehicle will make you want to crawl out the window and strap yourself to the roof rack while going 70 MPH on the freeway. And why you might ask does a berry patch cause such a heated discussion accompanied by elevated blood pressure? Because both of us have already built that berry patch in our heads and they do not in any way shape or form look alike and we are also completely convinced that our own plans are the very best! Twenty tense minutes later we have agreed to disagree until Saturday when we actually start to build the berry patch, because truly at this point it is just an idea we don't actually have any berry plants just a load of compost. Compost by the way we purchased from the city for $4.00 and once again we are using that borrowed/stolen farm use trailer.

Cut to later that same night and you will find us cozied up on the couch together with the Double A Vineyards catalog picking out our raspberry, blueberry and blackberry quantities and varieties. Calmly discussing the row width and row spacing based on Internet research because some day we are going to buy a Kubota 32 horse power tractor and we needed to know the width of the mower deck, it is 72 inches, and that my friends is how you decide how far apart to space your berry patch rows.


In the end the argument fizzled out because it was never that important to begin with, there is this great song by kd lang and yes she uses all lower case letters, titled The Perfect Word, the lyrics say "I don't need to win this fight, I just need to make it right". We will have a berry patch and it will have a wonderful variety of berries and the patch will look amazing. In reality the end result will resemble a mesh of both Mark's and my vision. So that we can get on with the important things like were we are putting the garden and how big it will be and row spacing and veg.................

Friday, November 9, 2012

Poor Trees the Sequel



After you cut down white oak and black walnut trees and decide the wood is to beautiful to use as firewood what do you do? Thankfully we have friends who know a thing or two about wood. We did manage to get the logs to the portable sawmill and I will say it was a lot of work. It took one work van with a wench the Nissan and a borrowed/stolen farm use trailer, five trips up and over the mountain in what turned out to be a 35 mile one way trip, oh did I mention Mark didn't want to cut the trailer plug so we could plug it into the Nissan so we  had no tail lights and the seriously bald trailer tire that needed air after every trip. Not to mention the thrill of being pushed down the mountain by thousands of pounds of tree trunks. But it was worth it!!
I need to mention why it was a borrowed/stolen farm use trailer. Our friend Oscar has access to trailers they just happen to belong to his dad. It usually works out well unless Oscar forgets to tell anyone we are coming to get a trailer. So the afternoon we first picked up the trailer Mark was hooking it up to the Nissan when the neighbor Daryl came driving down the lane to see what we were up to. Mark is busy so I wander over to the truck and stranger says "what are you doing?" The snarky smart ass side of me want to say "stealing a trailer what does it look like we are doing?" But before I open my big mouth I notice the rifle on the passenger seat, it as at this point I am reaching for my phone to I can show this guy the text from Oscar saying it is alright to steal/borrow said trailer. I mention that we are hauling logs so we can have them milled when the portable saw mill guy gets here on Saturday! Bing!!! I said the magic words. Now Daryl is a very happy man and starts to tell me he has been tyring to avoid having to help with that particular job and have a nice day and if we hear any gun shots its just him so don't worry!!!! Two trailer loads of logs later we are taking the last logs out of the trailer in the dark when we see the headlights of a vehicle coming our way. Mark just keeps working until we notice the headlights are just sitting there staring at us and the driver is still behind the wheel, kind of like a cop. Mark stops working to go see who we have upset now. Turns out to be Oscars dad he wants to know what we are up to on his land with his trailer in the middle of the night. Some fast talking by Mark and all is well. Logs are ready to be cut in the morning.


 
 
If you have never had the opportunity to be involved in a weekend of milling trees let me just say that you have missed out on one of the great experiences of life. For us it involved three generations of family, friends and neighbors, two cow chases one by the men and the last by Nick. A family photo session, a buffet lunch on the tailgate of a Chevy blazer and a little bit of rain thrown in for good measure. Mark and the dogs and I came home a little damp, over fed covered in saw dust dragging a trailer with no taillights full of oak and walnut and exhausted it was one of the best weekends of my life. Our neighbor Gloria let us park the trailer in her yard for a week until we could get the wood unloaded and stacked to dry in our yard. With any luck it will sit and dry peacefully thru the winter and we will finish it out in a kiln and mill it into flooring, counter tops and a fireplace mantle. I must say that there is something deeply satisfying about taking wood from your land and being able to make something useful with it. I have a new appreciation for all of the work that it takes in order to make something beautiful with wood.