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By Rian, on February 15th, 2010
Since it’s on my own mind… and since Ted asked… here’s a few things I’d suggest doing in the garden this month:
- Mason bees: If you haven’t done it already, clean out your mason bee houses. I just took all my tubes, unrolled them, washed the cocoons off in (very) mild bleach water (don’t worry, they can take it) to kill the mites and get rid of any mold, and put about half of them out in the release box. In the next week or so, I’ll reload the blocks with fresh liners and mount them back on the post.
- Honey bees: It’s a good time to check the hives and make sure that there’s a) enough food in there, and b) anyone living in it. See my recent post on that one.
- Chickens: Given the lousy weather that usually precedes this break, I find that any sunny day is a good day to get out there and give the coop a good refresh. Scoop out the old, damp litter from the henhouse, put in some fresh stuff, remove any leftover scraps and junk from the coop, and maybe scoop out a layer of litter from the coop floor if it’s nasty– though, I rarely find the need unless it’s getting too deep.
- Fruit trees: This is always tricky. The general rule that I follow is to work backwards from fruiting time to pruning time– so, if something fruits late, I prune it early. The first things I tend to prune are apples and pears. The very last is cherries and peaches. It seems that the stone fruits will be less likely to develop diseases if they are actively pushing out their buds before you prune. Again, as a rule, cut out any clearly damaged, diseased, or crossing branches first. Then, look at removing branches that are too close together or unattractively placed. It’s more of an art than a science. Anyway, I use a 10% bleach solution to spray my pruners between cuts to avoid spreading diseases (though, I’ve read that the bleach can ultimately damage the pruners, old habits die hard).
- Vines and shrubs: Get your grapes and kiwis pruned before they start budding again. Prune a grape too late, and it’ll bleed and bleed and bleed… probly won’t kill it, but it’s clearly not ideal. I usually try to thin out my shrubs of all kinds about now. I used to “prune” them a lot more. Now, I mostly just try to keep them relatively open and airy and let them worry about size and shape.
- Fruit trees, part 2: I should also say something about spraying and feeding. You’ll want to apply any dormant type sprays now or forever hold your peace. The nasty non-organic, engineered, carcinogenic petrochemicals… well, I don’t know, I wouldn’t touch that stuff. Since I don’t like to spray much, and I can’t remember my own name, much less a spraying schedule, I just apply a lime-sulfur-dormant oil spray to everyone before the buds show color. I have one particularly sensitive peach tree that gets a shot of copper about that time, too. I don’t like to spray much of anything after that if only because the bees will start to visit as soon as the buds open.
- Rhubarb, asparagus, strawbs, etc.: Now’s a good time to plant these “root” starts. I won’t go into how to do each one, but suffice to say that you can get them in now (at least in zone 8b) and they’ll have time to get rolling down under and start growing as the days warm up.
- GARLIC! You should get your garlic in the ground now, if you haven’t already. I’ve planted it anywhere from fall to spring and always had good luck. I put mine in a coupla weeks ago, and it’s already shooting up. I (heart) garlic.
- Potatoes: You might put some potatoes out now, but it’s still pretty cold. I usually put out a few early ones just to see…
- Dirt: If it’s dry for a couple days, I like to go fork my soil a bit to loosen it up. Unless I’m really working a sad bed, I don’t turn things too much– it totally ruins the day of the worms and fungii and what not who’ve set up shop down there. My chickens do enough of that. I do like to jam a fork into the beds though and rock it back and forth to loosen things up, though. The rains tend to pack things down a lot, and the weeds come out a lot easier if I do that. After that, I’ll usually cover all the beds with a thin layer of compost to replenish some of what the Portland rain washed away. I don’t find it’s necessary to work it in– the aforementioned worms will take care of that.
- Weeds: Get on them and stay on them. You’ll be glad you did.
- Pests: I have two main, ongoing, pests in my garden: slugs and weevils. Theoretically, my chickens should be eating both– slugs, eggs, and weevil larvae. My chickens won’t TOUCH a slug. They accidentally do sometimes and freak out like “oh my GOD, I put my beak on a SLUG! WHAT THE HELL?!“ The weevils… I’ve been dealing with by crushing and applying nematodes in the fall. I think I’m getting ahead of them… who knows. Anyway, I think now’s a good time to apply iron phosphate (Sluggo) nuggets for the slugs and maybe to start your nightly headlamp hunt. What’s clear to me is that, like weeds, getting on them early saves you a lot of work (and damaged leaves) down the road.
That’s it for today… but… let me just add this: don’t worry about it. Really. Whatever the problem you face out there, plants want to grow. If you don’t panic (panic kills), and you methodically address anything out of whack, your garden will, in fact, try to come back into balance.
It doesn’t mean you won’t lose all your strawberries to mold one year or get all your leaves chewed off this or that the next. Take that as a lesson. Plant lots of different things so any losses aren’t emotionally overwhelming. Pick stuff that works and get rid of anything that just stresses you out. I know how it is, believe me. I go around and around grasping at the desire to grow this or that… to have that “perfect” garden… to get it all “done”. You know what? There’s no there there.
Someone said to me once “garden is a verb.” It’s true. The fun is in being there, doing it, and dealing with the way things really are. If you get a shiny, delicious apple out of the deal, great! If not, great! Now you can think about why not. What aren’t you doing that you should? What are you doing that you shouldn’t? Are you SURE that’s an apple tree?
I’m talking to myself right now as much as anyone. Suffering comes from comparing what is to what you think “should” be. You should have perfect cherries that the birds don’t eat. You should have tomatoes before the 4th of July. You shouldn’t have ALL THESE SLUGS!!! Says who?
Instead, if you take a minute and stop… look at the situation… think like the tree… think like the bird… think like the dirt… what’s everyone after? It’s all one thing, and you’re part of it. Can you introduce other pieces to the puzzle without shooting the collective whole in the foot? Aphids will give up with as little as some aggressive water sprays and the ladybugs won’t mind eating what’s left over. Birds can’t eat all your cherries if you put a net over some, and no one gets hurt. How much of your problem is because you’re planting in dirt that’s too full of clay?
My point is… it’s never going to be “perfect,” but it’s always perfect, if you see what I mean. It’s not the garden that’s the problem. It’s the gardener. Without you standing there worrying about it, there’s no problem. The slugs don’t care what your leaves look like. For that matter, the leaves don’t care. By really allowing yourself to accept that you’re just one more part of the scene and not somehow responsible or in charge of it, you can really take the self-induced pressure off.
G o n g g g g …
By Rian, on February 12th, 2010
Washington hive, R.I.P.
 Good night, girls.
Last week, we had some decent weather, and so I decided to go crack open the hives to see if they needed some sugar to supplement whatever honey they’d stashed. Seems that this is the time of year that they starve…
Well, as it turns out, Washington had… ceased to bee, if you will.
There they were… thousands of them… dead as stones. Many looked to have expired mid-activity. “Hey! I should move this pollen into this… ackkk!” Oddly enough, the hive, itself, looked healthy as all get out (more on why that’s interesting in a second). The corpses had nicely shaped wings (so, not mites?)… no mummies… no gooey sunken cells… just dead bees.
My conclusion is that somewhere early in the winter, the queen died. The rest of the girls were just left to live out their days without any reinforcements and no real reason to huddle for heat. Since there were no eggs, no fresh troops hatched, and they all just died of old age without anyone to clean up the mess. That’s my working theory, anyway.
Now, as for why it’s interesting that the hive looked so clean… Adams is alive and well. It looked like my bedroom did when I was in high school. There were spiders, mold, old Penthouse magazines… or… wait…
Still, it was full of bees. Happy, fat, healthy bees. Now, I don’t know if this will be a fatal error (lord knows, it wouldn’t be my first), but I decided that, since Washington didn’t look infected with anything, I’d consolidated everyone into one hive and load it up with all that sweet, delicious honey that had been left behind. Washington was just loaded with it. Adams was pretty well tapped out.
So, I took out any frames that looked particularly gruesome, scraped off the nasty bits, and put those aside in the empty (former Adams) box. The rest of the good ones were sorted by cleanliness, honey contents, and activity and replaced into the clean boxes. A week or so later, and they all seem to have settled nicely into their new home. I left the old frames nearby in case they feel the need to go pick up anything they left behind. Eventually, I’ll clean it up and set it aside should we have a recurrence of last year’s swarm party.
Good news for me is that I got to move my poorly placed Adams location. The mold was no doubt due to insufficient circulation over an open bottomed foundation. It was just standing in the grass in a fairly wet part of the yard. Washington was over a pallet with plywood on it. Otherwise, they were almost identical in setup.
What I didn’t do was take the time to pull all the frames, find the queen, and snoop around for eggs. It was fairly chilly that day, and I really didn’t want to keep them out for any longer than necessary. They’re acting pretty orderly, though, taking cleansing flights and foraging a little bit on nice days, so I’m going to go on the assumption that they’re doing all right.
By Rian, on January 31st, 2010
I figure I should get some of the unpleasantries out of the way before I start posting sunny pictures of my perfect children eating fresh, organic produce.
Ethel the chicken has ceased to be.
 Not totally sure about the birth and death dates. Pretty sure she's dead.
<irreverant, gross chicken story alert>
Ethel had, what we call in the business, a prolapsed vent. That, sorry about this, is when they push their guts out their back exit, and they basically strangulate them… and… well, die. She quite possibly had an egg stuck in there, but I didn’t feel it as I was jamming her junk all back up inside her.
In point of fact, I haven’t a clue what did her in. I seperated her (to avoid the others picking on her) and applied witch hazel in an effort to shrink down the hemmorhoid like protrusion. I went out a few times to lube her up and reset her gear, but, alas, whatever the problem was, she just pushed it all back out. After a couple of days, she just didn’t wake up.
Bummer. She was my favorite. On the other hand, and I know I’ll be banned from the Backyard Chicken Club for this, she was a chicken. I eat a couple of them every month. I hate to see anything suffer, and I was fully prepared to euthanize her when it was clear she wasn’t getting better, but she beat me to it.
So, so long, Ethel. You were a good chicken. Maybe you’re in chicken heaven with last week’s broiler. Tell her I said ‘hi’, and that she was delicious.
<end irreverant and gross chicken story>
The good news is that the other three seem none the worse for wear. Hard to tell with those dummies, though. Oops. Sorry. I mean, my little snuggle bunnies. Who’s a wittow chickeny wickeny? Yes, you are!
So, I think, this spring, I’m going to expand the Urban Hayseed Flock with a few more of the little vestigial pterodactyls. Four gave us just barely enough eggs in high times, and not nearly enough over the winter. I’m thinking that the magic number is probably about six.
Oddly enough, I’m tempted to get more Ameraucanas because Shirley, as weird as she is, has been the best layer of the bunch. Her eggs are most plentiful and the best in quality. On the other hand, I’d like to get some of those girls that lay the really dark brown eggs. It’s kind of nice to know which eggs came from which birds. Someone laid several marble-sized eggs this winter, and we’re still not sure who it was. It wasn’t Shirley, since they were brown.
OK, there ya go. Death on the farm. I may have some more of that to report on when I open the hives up soon to see if they need sugar or not. It’s pretty bleak on the outside, but I don’t want to open them up until it warms up a tad.
Likewise, it’s getting time to reset the mason bee houses… oh, that reminds me… tune in next time…
By Rian, on January 31st, 2010
Hey. What’s up?
Let me just catch you up since… about November. Firstly, I am feeling much better. I’ve been exercising a lot, eating moderately well, and generally trying to take better care of myself. Stress is a nasty, nasty thing on one’s mind and body. The other thing is that stress is a little like that horrible story about putting a frog into water and gradually turning up the heat until it boils. The froggy, theoretically per this story, never knows what hit him. Metaphorically speaking, me = frog, stress = heat. I thought everything was cool, but in fact, it had gotten quite warm.
Secondly, I got a job– rather, an “engagement”, since I’m a consultant. It has absolutely nothing, whatsoever, to do with gardens, chickens, cooking, bees, or cooking bees, for that matter. You can get a general idea about it on my other blog. Anyway, that’s been great for addressing little distractions in my life like providing food, shelter, and healthcare for my family.
What does any of this have to do with backyard farming, you ask?
One side-effect of my new job is that I’m traveling a couple of times each month. That means I need to rethink my otherwise time-intensive approach to planting every spot in my (enormous) city lot whereupon the sun shines its life-giving radiation. The Urban Hayseed Center for Intensive Backyard Agriculture (or TUHCIBA, pronounced “TUH chee bah” for short) is now The Urban Hayseed Center for Low-Attention Agriculture (or TUHCLAA, pronounced “Took-Lah!”).
That means, we’re going to spend this year looking at how a guy who works, minimally, 40 hours per week, has two young kids, and travels a week or so each month can still get the dirt to cough up some delicious good-goods. Luckily, during my TUHCIBA phase, I planted a bunch (i.e., 20 or so) fruit trees and scads of berries and started my beehives and chickens. Those components should help a lot since they don’t require an awful lot of day-to-day maintenance.
Still, I have to do annuals. I needs me some garlic, ‘maters, ‘taters, chard, basil, etc. But, I don’t need to do so many experiments. I don’t need to plant so many of everything. I think I can condense my veggie gardening back info the confines of the farm. I also think my newfound mastery of my ADD will help me to just get rid of a bunch of plants that… well, I kind of hate. Before I’d just stare at them and think swirling, pointless thoughts about how “they’re perfectly good” and “what if this is the last of a rare variety” and “why was I standing here again?”
So, anyway, I’m going to try to get back outside and report on it here. In fact, today, I planted half a bed of garlic, some sprouted potatoes, and some leftover shallots, and I re-arranged my raspberry bed to get it closer to the Raspberry Room idea I’ve had (canes trained to the walls of the patch with an open center for picking and hanging out.)
I’ll try to get the camera out there one of these days when the yard doesn’t look like a mucky monster truck rally ground.
Anyway, if there’s anyone out there anymore, I’m back.
By Rian, on November 4th, 2009
Hi. Remember me?
It has been an interesting couple of weeks. By ‘interesting’, I mostly mean ‘bad’. I don’t want to get into the whole thing out here in the public square, but things went a little haywire.
Oddly enough, I stuck to the deal, more or less. And, by the old clock on the wall, My Month Without Sweets is over.
What did I learn? Well, I think that I learned that one should not be addicted to something and stop using it cold turkey without expecting… consequences. I used to eat a lot of sugar. I also used to drink a lot of beer. I don’t do either of those things anymore. That’s not to say that I spent my weekends covered in melted Ben and Jerry’s, sleeping on a pile of Budweiser cans in a van down by the river. It means that I rarely passed through the kitchen without grabbing a handful of Trader Joe’s Chocolate Covered <Fill In Fruit or Nut>. I’d frequently munch down a half-pint of Haagen-Dasz (equal time). I added sugar to my coffee. I drank fruit juice. Pastries. “Energy bars”. Kettle corn. And on and on and on. It means that more often than not, one beer led to two. Two often slid, almost unnoticed, into four. The next morning I’d wake up and think “that has got to stop.”
I had no idea.
I had no idea that there is sugar, in one form or another, in practically every processed food– sometimes, great gobs of it. Not adding sugar to your coffee is about as meaningful as not putting mustard on a foot-long chili dog to cut down on your salt intake. I had no idea how seriously that huge sugar intake was affecting me. I knew that I felt lousy after an excessive binge on “snack granola” or cookies. I didn’t know that I was feeling those ups and downs all day long. I didn’t know that I was getting fat because I had no sense of how much, in general, I was eating. Quite a lot, as it turns out.
After about a week, my body let me know, in no uncertain terms, that it was experiencing some blood chemistry that it had not seen… well, ever. I can’t attribute my exaggerated emotional state entirely to the sugar withdrawal, but I have no doubt whatsoever that it exacerbated the situation dramatically. I began to feel like I was losing control of my emotions, and I had no idea why it was happening. It didn’t take too long after I regained my senses to realize that what had happened was that my body had gotten the sugar-DTs. I couldn’t identify why things had become so extreme because it wasn’t some issue. It was lots of issues as seen through a magnifying glass of sugar withdrawal.
I’m sure there are people reading this who are thinking, “Oh, please, Moonbeam. Go eat a bowl of wheatgrass.” Well, maybe not that exactly, but you get my drift. I know that when I heard people talk about avoiding gluten or eating alkalizing foods, I’d roll my eyes a little. I don’t think I will anymore. Why not let them try? Maybe it will make them feel better. Unless you’re so comfortable with your diet that you never question what you eat or drink, you might think about reconsidering all of it. If you are, well, you’re either very well-adjusted or lying. It’s pretty clear that our evolution did not revolve around Cherry Coke and Newman Os, isn’t it? Why is it so strange to think that eating something so foreign and useless to our bodies isn’t going to make us feel awful?
OK, if you don’t want to think about it in broad, philosophical strokes, let’s talk about concrete results. I lost about 20 lbs. I was not starving myself. I ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner with very few missed meals, if any. I snacked on fruit, hummus, cheese, and nuts. But I snacked a lot less. Very little, in fact. I usually snacked a lot before because I was bored. I was bored, and there was a box of chocolate truffles in the pantry. Sure. Why not? I heard somewhere that chocolate was really good for you. Munch, munch, munch…
But during my month, I forced myself to know one thing: did it contain sweeteners? If it did, I couldn’t eat it. Well, that eliminates… oh, everything in a container, more or less. And that made me stop and think. I wasn’t really hungry. A glass of tea would satisfy my need to consume something. Dinner would be ready soon. If I did feel a little hungry, I could grab an apple. The difference was as much that I was forced to stop myself in my automaton tracks and think about what I was doing as it was that I wasn’t eating the sugar.
The weight came off, and I hadn’t even considered that aspect when I started. Otherwise, I would have tracked it more closely. I was pushing 200 lbs. a few months ago (I’m six feet tall), and it wasn’t my massive pecs and glutes. It was my soft, squishy midriff. I weighed myself somewhere along the line, and I’d dropped to 180 from the plateau of 190 I’d gotten to before. Then 175. Then 168. My weight leveled off right around 170. My clothes all fit better, if a little loosely in some cases. I had more physical energy. I was able to shake that “what’s the use” feeling that I usually got when I knew I needed to exercise, but it just seemed like it would take forever to lose the flab. So, I started going to the gym again.
So what happens now that it’s over? At first, I thought I’d make the month watching my clock and dive into a pan of fresh brownies at 30 days plus one millisecond. Hardly. I just don’t really care anymore. Not in that chronic-depression-commercial-person-with-their-head-against-a-rainy-window kind of way, either. It’s just that I don’t crave it, and honestly, I know most of that stuff isn’t really that good. Be honest with yourself next time you’re eating something you know you shouldn’t. Is it really that tasty? Or does it represent indulgence in a “treat” for yourself. I think I barely tasted it usually. That doesn’t mean that I won’t eat one of my own cookies sometime or try homemade pie. I will happily expose myself to the ravages of sugar for those things. And then I’ll stop.
I’ll stop because I don’t want to waddle up to the 200 lb. line again. I’ll stop because I like not feeling crappy after auto-eating a bowl of chocolate covered raisins. And I’ll stop because I know that, just as my body hit me over the head with a frying pan for cutting out sugar, it’ll just as easily fall right back into my old habits. I’m finally starting to understand why people like to have rules for things like alcohol, smoking, gambling, soda, or pornography. We’re creatures that love a good dopamine buzz. We’ll tend to self-administer our chosen stimulation until we’ve gone so far that it’s evidently clear that we’re no longer driving the bus. Until we’re fat, broke, diabetic, or divorced.
Am I glad I did the experiment even after the consequences? Oh, yes. I don’t know if I’ll look back on this, while chewing on a football sized chocolate-covered rice crispy bar, and be embarrassed about it, but I don’t think so. I hope I’m too wise (old) to be able to convince myself that everything I went through was a delusion. I believe this one’s going to stick. We’ll just have to see.
Oh, and I failed a couple of times, not that it matters much. Once, I ate some pita chips not knowing that they had sugar in them. Later, I ate some knowing full well. I probably ate some sugar in my dinner because I had promised myself that I wasn’t going to impose this on anyone else. I ate what my wife made. She’s an excellent cook, and it was always delicious. And then, finally, I had a piece of the lemon layer cake with whipped cream, strawberry sauce, and sliced strawberries that I made for my son on his birthday just a few days short of the finish line. If there has ever been a justification for eating sugar, that cake was it. I’ll let you decide if I failed. I mean for yourself. I know that I didn’t.
Other than that, I stuck to the plan very rigorously. No Halloween candy. Not one piece. And we had Kit Kat bars. That’s gotta be worth something. I picked up and put down, literally, hundreds of items in my house or the store. I went through every package of bread one day to find a loaf without added sugar (I failed.). I examined crackers, mayo, spaghetti sauce, and everything else I considered buying. There was sugar in all but a few examples. I actually had to make my own mayonnaise. I hadn’t done that in years.
Anyway, thank you to everyone who sent mail during my hiatus expressing their concern. The blog world is genuinely full of very nice people. I’m fine. I’ve got my issues to deal with, like anyone else in the world, but at least I don’t have to look at my love handles in the mirror anymore. I’ve started exercising regularly again, and that always helps my mood. Most importantly, I have the satisfaction of knowing that I am, indeed, driving the bus. I will decide if and when I engage in a vice, and I will decide when I don’t. I will not listen to my old rationalizations. I won’t have the need to wash down my vice with a self-recrimination chaser.
It actually makes so many other things seem manageable and possible. I really had no idea.
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