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Fellowship of the Suffering

25 September 2010

Thank God other farms are struggling, too.  Ok, I know that sounds awful, but isn’t it such an encouraging feeling when you discover that you’re not alone in your failure, suffering or embarrassment?  I happened upon this article in the Oregonian today, and it definitely helped dissipate some of my frustration regarding the garden.  Weaving through the garden today, I realized that while I won’t have enough produce to sell this year, I at least have enough for my own family.  That’s pretty cool.

Most of dinner tonight was made from produce that we grew here.  I didn’t exactly make the couscous from scratch – and I certainly did NOT slaughter the chickens (I still can’t wrap my head around the idea of doing that).  I tried a new take on my usual tomato soup, and was pleasantly surprised with the results. Corn, broccoli, carrots, jalepenos – we are finally harvesting enough to use in recipes.  Like I said, it’s not going to feed a nation, but it’ll feed my pack!

The cucumber plants are finally climbing, still not enough pickling cucumbers to make pickles, though.

Quince - we have only a few...but you'd better believe I'm making vodka with them! It's my absolute favorite!

tomatillos

Realistically, I could probably make enough green salsa from the thousands and thousands of tomatillos volunteers to give a jar to everyone in the city of Wilsonville. (I didn’t plant any in my garden this year, they came up from last year’s seeds – but they’re EVERYWHERE).  I love tomatillos for their unique flavor, texture and cool as all heck packaging!  What I didn’t like today was when I went to grab a nicely-ready-to-be-picked tomatillo only to discover the biggest spider I’ve ever seen in any garden.  I think I must have jumped ten feet.  Lordy, Lordy. It was IMPRESSIVE.

So, I'm pretty sure this is a "Writing Spider" or Argiope

To put his size in perspective... that's a fully ripened tomatillo in the bottom right corner!

Back in August I found this spider web in my Strawberries, and if my research is correct, this web is from another Writing Spider...so I guess there's more than one of these guys

Yes, they bite, but they aren’t considered “dangerous.’  Still, I don’t want that thing anywhere NEAR me!  The grasshopper I’m ok with, but not that damn spider!

Jeffrey had a bit of a rough day – starting at 7:30 this morning…one of the joys of data center ownership is having to deal with figuring out why hardware has failed.  When I first started dating him, he was the ONLY guy, so 3 am calls that a server was down were pretty darn frequent.  There were a few nights that I remember when he would fix one client’s issues, only to be called by another.  Then have to go in to the office at JDate at 9 am.  Thank GOD, those days are over.  Today was a 6 hour ordeal, and pretty much ruined his Saturday, but that hasn’t happened in a while, so I guess we should count our blessings!  To help keep the house quiet, Ellie and I headed out, running errands, and hanging with the horses.

Tomorrow the horses leave.  I’m not going to say more than that. It’s too hard.

EG and I spent lots of time in the garden, and took a long drive around the property on the tractor.  She makes me laugh so much most of the time!  Of course, when she was refusing to take a nap, and then melting down because she was tired, I didn’t laugh so hard! Oh the joys of toddlerhood!

No Baby Bjorn? NO problem!

"BOOTSIE! GET OUT! NOW!"

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2 Comments to “Fellowship of the Suffering”

  1. that’s how Capri carries her babies too 🙂 Sometimes I find more than one in there…
    Love how she’s closing her eyes in photos so much. The black and white of her looking up with eyes closed and hands in the air are my FAVES.
    love you.

  2. I admire your effort, zeal and dedication to the foodie scene even if it doesn’t travel farther than your home. You are tireless in your efforts to provide the best to your family, an that should be reward enough.
    Bravo for another great season. Never give up.
    Love and hugs, Mary

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