Late fall sunset over the pond.
Late fall sunset over the pond.
I still find it hard to describe the feeling of being at the farm. It’s peace, happiness, pride, calm and so much more.
My favourite place at my favourite place is the pond.
Since we moved here I’ve envisioned walking along the edge of the water, a bench on the shore, maybe a little dock out into the water and a firepit.
On the weekend, one part of that came true–or started to–with our very first fire at the pond.
This fire was less of a campfire and more about cleaning up all of the brush that’s accumulated from our work.
The pond shore was my main outdoor goal for this whole year. Then by June I’d given up on this plan after we ran into hiccups with a broken arm, broken chainsaw and other projects. That changed with the arrival of our mower and all of Matt’s and our nephew’s work.
My fall to-do list included mowing the meadow and the shore one more time, but I’m letting that one go now.
Hopefully, we can resume in the spring and push on towards my vision for my favourite place.
We’ll be closer than we have ever been before.
Let’s go back in time. Waaaaay back to my second month of blogging and my 20th post ever.
On a foggy spring morning, I snapped a photo of this old stump covered in moss and mushrooms.
While I certainly appreciated the natural beauty of the stump, I didn’t appreciate its location in the middle of the “yard” (can’t really call it a lawn back then) between the driveshed and the garden.
My strategy was to make the stump into our firepit.
That was in spring of 2013.
Now, in the fall of 2017, I can finally stay the stump is officially gone. On the weekend, I shoveled up two years worth of ash (I’ve done this cleanout once before) and leveled the ground.
Surprisingly, remnants of the stump were still there. It was very squishy and rotten, so I easily hacked it down with my shovel (here’s how I keep my shovels sharp). Then I raked everything level.
After Matt hit another stump with the mower over the weekend, we have a new candidate for the next firepit. We also happen to have no shortage of brush and deadfall, so stump removal 2.0 is now underway.
Tree maintenance is ongoing at the farm.
Do you have a firepit at your house? Have you ever burnt a stump? Any techniques or advice for removing stumps?
Happy September, everyone. September is my birthday month. Usually, I tend to have one thing on my birthday wishlist. In the past, Matt and our families have come together to give me my coveted Strandmon wing chair, a beautiful painting of a local landmark and our birdbath.
This year, I’m putting two things on my wishlist: a load of topsoil and a session with a stump grinder. Maybe not typical for birthday festivities, but much desired by me.
The topsoil will regrade the north and back of the house getting rid of the last of the rocks and weeds in these two areas. It would be very nice to have these two areas graded properly for water flow and have them mowable next summer.
The stump grinding is also about mowing. Ralph’s stump (sorry, Ralph) is my nemesis every time we cut the grass.
Now that we’ve cleared the meadow, a few more stumps have been revealed. They’re continuing to sprout suckers which block my view of the pond. And again, mowing around them is a pain. Getting rid of these stumps would be a huge part of our quest to clean up the meadow.
Really, property clean-up is like a gift that keeps on giving. Yes, there’s some work involved, but I enjoy that part. I will also enjoy my stump free meadow and weed free yard for years to come. So happy birthday to me, maybe?
What’s the oddest birthday gift you’ve ever asked for or been given? Have you ever used a stump grinder? I’m curious to see one in action.
It’s happening, people.
Our keen 17-year-old nephew who loves being at the farm had a day off from his summer job, and he wanted to learn how to drive the tractor. If you’re driving the tractor, you might as well learn how to use the front end loader, the new rotary cutter and tow the trailer.
So I went through the basics of a hydrostatic transmission and what levers did what. We hooked on the rotary cutter and I pointed him at the pond.
Here’s how things were looking after last weekend’s mowing of the meadow. I swear there’s water on the other side of all of that grass and brush.
I was super impressed with our nephew. He was calm and confident and careful.
A morning of work cleared about half the shore on the east side. The remaining thickets are hiding all kinds of logs and stumps. So we have more work to do, and I need to set Matt loose with his chainsaw, but the progress is awesome.
This vantage point still doesn’t show you much of the water, but I swear it’s there.
This deep in the summer, the pond is a little mucky, but it’s still my favourite part on the property.
Our nephew totally made my summer.
Back in the spring, I stopped in at our tractor dealership. I love our tractor, Wiley. I particularly love his attachments–mower deck, front-end loader, snowblower–and covet more–backhoe, auger, rotary cutter.
On this particular day, I was particularly coveting the rotary cutter.
A rotary cutter is a heavy-duty mower, sometimes called a bush hog. It can go through thick brush. It can hit rocks and stumps without breaking. It can even take down small trees.
In our constant campaign to beautify/tame/maintain the farm, clearing brush is an ongoing undertaking.
The thing about anything to do with the tractor is it isn’t cheap. So when I came home and told Matt I’d gotten a quote on a rotary cutter, I wasn’t sure what his reaction would be.
His exact words were, “You’ve been talking about this since we moved here, woman. Just buy it.”
Alrighty then. One rotary cutter coming our way.
It took us a while to get the rotary cutter running. Eventually, our tractor guy came out for a farm call to walk us through it (five years in and we’re still country newbies). But last weekend we got cutting.
And Matt loved it as much as I did.
Matt did the septic bed. He wanted to cut the little trees so that their roots don’t get into the drainage area. It’s hard to see, but at the top of this slope behind all of those weeds is the house.
It took Matt very little time to get his confidence. While I avoided trees that were more than a couple of inches in diameter, Matt had no hesitation about mowing them down.
The puppy liked all of the new smells that we uncovered.
We also uncovered a few rocks and stumps, but the cutter powered through.
Matt soon had the septic bed nice and clear. (The house is behind me in this shot.)
After Matt had his turn, I took mine in the meadow. This is what happens when I ask my husband to take my picture. I end up with puppy butt.
He did manage to resist Baxter’s charms long enough to get a few action shots.
At the end of the day, there was plenty of space for the puppy to run.
And a nice clear view from the pond up to the house. Well, clear except for the pines, but there’s no way we’re taking those down.
Raspberries equal summer for me. I grew up picking them in my parents’ garden and making jam with my Mom. In fact, at Matt’s and my wedding all of our guests received a small jar of homemade raspberry jam made with my parents’ berries.
Now we have them in our garden.
It’s been two years since I transplanted canes from my parents’ garden. They have spread and sprouted new plants and this year they are bearing fruit. Lots and lots of fruit.
We have one row that’s about 16 feet long, and now at the peak of raspberry season we’re picking about 3-4 pints a day.
Although I’m mostly picking partial quarts because I ruined a couple of pints when I accidentally fermented some berries by leaving them on the counter too long.
Our plants are super dense with lots of canes. In fact, the row could likely benefit from some thinning. I think a few less canes might encourage more fruit or at least let more light or air get to the fruit. This bird’s nest was buried deep in the plants. I had no idea it was there.
The wire trellis that we built has done a good job of keeping the canes upright and contained, so the row has been easy to manage. We added some woodchips between the raspberries and blackberries, trying to keep weeds down.
We’ve had a good amount of rain during this growing season, but I think the berries could have benefited from a bit more watering. They’re a wee bit small. With a bit more water, they might grow bigger. Something to keep in mind for next year.
We could have even more, but I’ve not been super enthused about picking after I get home from work. I’m expecting to find some very ripe berries this weekend. They should be good candidates for more jam.
We may not need wedding favours this year, but I’m sure our family will still enjoy jam in their Christmas packages.
Are you enjoying raspberries at your house? Any raspberry recipes to recommend? Or growing tips to share?
Landscaping is a multi-phased project here on the farm. I’m not entirely sure what phase we’re in now, but I looked back through the archives and the first time I posted about this area of the property was four years ago. Holy moly.
The back of the house has been a wee bit overgrown. As in we just let it go. Not the prettiest view out the kitchen window.
There were so many rocks and weeds it was unmowable. But I wasn’t prepared to put in the work to make it a flower garden either.
We left it alone. Surprisingly, it didn’t improve.
Then two years ago we covered most of the mess with a tarp. Which wasn’t really much of an improvement either.
We left it alone again. For two more years.
But at the start of this July, I finally lifted the tarp.
Hello rocks. Fancy finding you here. But the weeds had mostly died, so that was a bonus.
With some raking, digging, leveling, a wee bit of sawing and mowing for some of the more stubborn brush, and finally seeding and watering, we ended the day with something that we thought could someday be a lawn.
The local wildlife came by to check out the transformation. The snakes particularly seemed to enjoy the cleared dirt.
Our usual inspector came by too. Hello Ralph. And hello sprouts!
Three week later, hello electric green lawn.
We still have some blending to do and a few thin spots to fill in (plus I’d love to break up that concrete beside the steps).
And of course that black tarp is still hanging around. Hopefully the weeds closest to the house die over the next few weeks and I can seed that area this fall. Who knows what phase we’ll be at by that point.
Do you have an overgrown area that you’re reclaiming? Have you ever used the tarp technique to deal with weeds? Are you a seed or sod person? Is anyone else’s property overrun with rocks? Who else has snakes slithering by?
Every summer along the edge of the field behind my parents’ house a clump of hollyhocks would spring up. The tiers of blooms fascinated me, and I frequently tromped through the unmowed grass to admire them.
Last year, I planted some hollyhocks seeds in the vegetable garden. In last week’s guest what post, I shared a bud that appeared a few weeks ago. This year, at the entrance to the vegetable garden we have the most beautiful stand of blooms.
They range from the lightest blush pink to deep dark red.
Hollyhocks feel farmy to me. They’re so beautiful and I love having them in the vegetable garden.
Hollyhocks are biennial, meaning that they bloom every other year. After seeing how well these have done, I went and bought another packet of seeds and sprinkled them over the soil beside these blooming stalks. These are supposed to self-seed, so I’m hoping that with the new additions we’ll have blooming hollyhocks every year.
Do you have hollyhocks are your house? Have you planted any flowers amongst your vegetables?
This year is a special one for Canada. Tomorrow, the country officially turns 150 years old.
Canada Day is always a special occasion, and I enjoy celebrating it every year. This year, I’ve been thinking about it a little differently.
Over the past year, I’ve had opportunity to hear presentations by two Indigenous leaders, Senator Murray Sinclair, Chair of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, and Roberta Jamieson, the first woman elected Chief of the Six Nations of the Grand River Territory. I’ve listened to a thanksgiving blessing and watched an honour song performance.
As I listened to these two impressive people and experienced these other special moments, I’ve learned and I’ve been thinking about Canada’s history. I am starting to understand more of the experiences of First Nations’ peoples and I have begun to think about my role in reconciliation with Indigenous people.
Roberta Jamieson highlighted that while the Dominion of Canada is 150 years old, our country has a long history that pre-dates 1867. As we celebrate 150 years, we can also remember and acknowledge this history.
I know very little about the history of the farm or the Indigenous history of this area, but there obviously is a history that extends beyond Confederation and much, much earlier.
Four years ago, we planted this little maple tree on the turnaround. My hope is that it stands for many years and one day grows as big as the large maple behind it.
Roberta Jamieson said that the Six Nations’ philosophy is to take responsibility for their great-grandchildren’s great-grandchildren–seven generations into the future.
We are just a small moment in the life of this farm, this small part of Canada. I hope that we can do right by the generations–seven and more–that come after us.
Happy Canada Day to my fellow Canadians. And to my American readers who are celebrating next week, Happy Independence Day.