Friday, May 16, 2014
Yesterday it was 102˚ in the shade. Today it is cooler. Yesterday we potted up plants, unloaded manure and mowed down weeds. There is still a lot of planting to do in the next two weeks and tomorrow is the beginning of the final planting push. So that means today is set-up day. Get everything in order for the mad rush to come. Everything for the farmers markets must be in the ground by May 29, that's the day a special visitor will come to the farm and finalize my Famers Market Certificate for the season. Wish me luck. Now, time to get to work.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Weeds. Yeech! The top photo shows young Crenshaw melon plants fighting with weeds for light and nutrients. (Really, they're there, you just have to look closely!) Unfortunately, weeds (wild radish plants, in this case) germinate more quickly and grow faster than the melons. Thus the need to weed. Weeding takes time and if you have a giant corporate farm, with rows disappearing into the distance, it adds up to a lot of weeding. Which may be why conventional growers fumigate and then apply herbicides before setting in the seed. It's a real pain-in-the-ass to get rid of the little weeds by hand and UC Davis has yet to devise a machine to discriminate between the weeds and the crop. So it takes time. And time is money. WalMart won't buy your stuff if it costs too much. So, if you want on that WalMart, etc., gravy train, better go the chemical route. The compromise, of course, is that the chemicals applied turn the soil into an inert growing medium instead of living matter full of biodiversity. Worms die, beneficial microbes die. The soil becomes sterile. Personally, I don't want to eat "Roundup Ready" corn, melons or anything. And it bothers me that the oil industry is having this unwanted impact on my dinner table, for these chemical fertilizers are a by-product of the production of gasoline! And the crops they help produce come back to you mainly in the form of highly processed, over-packaged food-like substances that are adding to our nation's obesity crisis. I think it's time for all of us to take make some serious choices about food.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Above you can see a picture of my favorite pepper plant, the Bishops Crown. It's basically a sweet pepper with a hint of heat, mainly in the seeds and ribs. A picture of it is at right. I believe this plant comes from the Caribbean because of its growth habits. Whoever named the pepper "Bishops Crown" knows more about Catholic headgear than me. That's because I always thought that the little red hat that the pepper looks like is the zucchetto (below, right), but I've only seen members of the College of Cardinals -- you know, the dudes that pick the pope -- wear that gear. Bishops, on the other hand, typically wear a mitre, above left, at certain points during public liturgies. To me that would be their "Crown". So it makes me wonder who it was that named this beautiful little pepper the Bishops Crown. All of this, of course, is beside the point, which is to say that this delicate pepper, with its fruity taste and hint of heat is a fabulous addition to soups, pot roasts, salsas, salads and -- my personal favorite -- scrambled eggs. And I can't wait until late August when we will start harvesting them!
Monday, May 12, 2014
|Can you see the snow-capped peaks in the distance? Among them is Pyramid Peak at the south end of Lake Tahoe.|
|Young tomato plants recover from a windy experience.|
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Farming is full of challenges. The path between an idea and a final product travels many an unwanted byway before arriving on someone's table as a "farm to fork" treat. Two days ago we were finishing up planting the first succession of tomatoes, a group of 560 organic heirlooms, about 30 different varietals. Today they are in, and like the sunflowers at left, are being ceaselessly whipped by a north wind. All day yesterday the wind blew steadily at between 15 and 20 mph. Today the forecast is for more of the same, a precursor to an onslaught of hot spring days which may well bring the first triple digit temperatures to my little spot of land, where it seems the highs exceed those of nearby Sacramento by a few degrees. For my young plants, it will be trial by fire. And as if wind and heat are not enough of a challenge, yesterday I stared eyeball-to-eyeball with a gopher as I stood above his little hole on the edge of the tomato patch. He scurried off, returned for a second look, then disappeared into his subterranean labyrinth. So when you grab that organic heirloom tomato off a table at a farmers market, think about the trials it went through to offer itself to you. I guarantee it will taste a little better!
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Friday, May 9, 2014
Five months ago, winter ruled. Ice broke pipes and frost withered leaves. Now a new world is upon us. Seeds have sprouted and all manner of living things are flourishing. The promise of a great harvest shines bright. It's like the beginning of a season for a sports team: The sky is the limit. It's a time to enjoy the boundless hope the earth gives us free each spring as we tilt a little more away from the sun and enjoy longer days. This year, there seems more wonder at how warm we will get, how much change our environment will go through. How much will water tables drop? Will it be too hot for grapes in Napa? Too hot for tomatoes in Sacramento? Too dry for rice? Or will it be a wonderful summer, mild and encouraging to our basket of crops? Ah, the joy of spring.