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The Vicarious Farmer: Winter Water

Welcome back to The Vicarious Farmer.  It’s a bite-size serving of farmdom, featuring a fresh photo from the Acres and a pocket full of words to ruminate on.

The Vicarious Farmer is you.  Imagine yourself perched on my shoulder for a snapshot of the day-to-day goings-on of this little farmette –  the idyllic and the banal.

Getting the water from (unfrozen) pipes to the mouths of the livestock is a significantly more involved process in the winter.  Each year the method is modified to suit the volume of water to transport; in previous years, the hauling of 5-gallon pails from the first floor bathroom sloshed water all over the kitchen floor on its way out of the house.  This year, the thirstiness of the livestock has grown well beyond the capacity of a few pails.  Our solution:  a garden hose connected to that bathroom faucet, running through the kitchen, out the back door to the plastic storage totes lining a utility cart. The totes, the likes of which store your Christmas decorations, are filled, covered, and pulled down the mercifully-downhill path to the coop and winter pasture. It’s inelegant, not at all befitting a legitimate farmer, akin to transporting livestock in a minivan. (Ahem.) This summer we hope to upgrade our status from Cracker-Jack to Self-Respecting by installing some hydrants near the coop and the gardens.  (and there’s plans for a bonafide livestock trailer, too)

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The Vicarious Farmer: The Kraut King has been summoned.

These cabbages were truly the pride of my garden this year.  Started from seed, grown so big and lovely…the garden is quite lackluster now without them.  Now they patiently wait in the cool of the basement till the Kraut King arrives with his trusty shredder, stone crock, and sack full of salt.  I am waiting for the trumpet blast which never fails to announce his arrival.  Hear, hear:  there shall be kraut for all the kingdom!  Perhaps we should have grown some pork to accompany such a bounty of cabbage.

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The Vicarious Farmer: Totally Wiped Out

We are left with overwhelming weariness from an exceptionally intense weekend.  For Andrew and I, it was the laborious, systematic, uh, transitioning of our broiler chickens from the pasture into our chest freezers.  (If I see one more chicken lung this week, I swear I’m gonna…  141 birds = 282 lungs)  For the kids, the intense weariness was brought on by Fun with Grandma and Grandpa! and Water! and Missing Momma and Daddio! and other activities best expressed with exclamations.  It was a weekend much better enjoyed in retrospect.  Now we rest.  Right in the middle of the filthy floor if we have to.

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The Vicarious Farmer: Ode to Peas

Welcome to the launch of a new series – The Vicarious Farmer.  It’s a bite-size serving of farmdom, featuring a fresh photo from the Acres and a pocket full of words to ruminate on.  Five Green Acres Lite, if you will, or a little farm meditation.

The Vicarious Farmer is you.  Imagine yourself perched on my shoulder for a snapshot of the day-to-day goings-on of this little farmette.

Shall we begin?

 

Fresh-from-the-garden-peas are precious.  So little yield from such picked bulk – it makes it seem gluttonous or wasteful to not also eat the pods.  But this year, to celebrate my first-ever successful crop of peas, I embraced the luxury of stand-alone peas.  Lightly dressed in butter and salt – oh how they shined without the muffling of the pods. Those we threw to the chickens, so we’ll eat them after all – all winter long.

 

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