Day 3 of the new world order began today and saw us embark on a massive clean-up venture. After years of dreaming and planning and preparing and much gnashing of teeth and rending of garments, we finally purchased our own little slice of the pie. 5 1/2 acres of wooded bliss. We’d decided on a name years ago so on our first voyage to the farm, aside from the massive stand of mature trees and the creek running through the middle, hearing the wild turkeys gobbling sold us on this place.
Day 1 was signing day which we couldn’t do until late in the afternoon. We then stole a few moments and went out for a toast on the property with family in tow before celebrating with viewing the latest Star Trek flick and eating dinner at Abuelo’s. Hand shaken margaritas should be a requirement for Mexican food. Just sayin’. And Day 2, although we’d planned on starting the work, we ended up having to repair fencing in the pasture where our goats are currently residing to keep them out of the neighbors acreage. They say if water can pass through the fence, so can a goat and ours have proven that many times over.
Which left today to begin. The day when 100 degree plus temps were forecast and all wind ceased to blow in our fair state. In Oklahoma, the temp is normal for August but windless days are rare. Anyway we trudged out at 6:30 AM to begin what we’re pretty sure will be an endless task of removing sticktights from the land. You know, those tiny grey seedheads that can bind your shoelaces into a knotted mess before you’ve closed the car door? Yep. We have those in abundance. While mom helped tackle the area near the old house and around what will be our new garden, I set off to clear the driveway of overhanging limbs and the entry of anything the weed eater couldn’t handle while Jerry played with his new chain-saw and began the process of removing a fallen tree from in front of the old barn.
We set up an old steel barrel in the middle of the garden plot to burn those nasty buggers which worked well. At least after a fashion … they were still moist enough that they didn’t want to burn well at first, so Jerry decided to add a little fuel to the mix. When he lighted it, instead of burning like so many other fires we’ve had, it exploded and made a ferocious boom and singed the hair off his legs. So, we changed tactics a little and removed everything from the barrel, started a small fire on the bottom and added to it handfuls at a time until the air temperature rose from a steady 85 degree to a blistering 885 in mere moments.
This winter, I suppose, we will be glad to have that capacity to make heat, but today it just sucked. By 9:45 we were wiped out, our dew rags were dripping with sweat, and the sun’s rays had finally filtered through the tree tops and were shining on the land right where we plan to put the garden. Why fight nature, right? I mean, we could spend time and effort clearing the perfect place in our scheme for the garden to go but there’s already a cleared place where the sun shines most of the day. Seems logical to put the garden there.
It doesn’t look like much more than a mess right now, but by next spring it will be a functioning garden without a doubt. I can already taste the spring peas and radishes, the sweet salads, the juicy tomatoes, the black eyed peas, the green beans … I’m drooling just thinking about it.
Anyway, we have lots of plans – earthbag structures, permaculture landscaping, mass rocket fuel heating, building a bridge, a little log stacking art work for the entry, pond building, hot tub/sauna construction, incorporating in our goats, chickens, and rabbits, adding pigs and bees to the flock, and eventually even building a house all while practicing green living. We hope you’ll join us on this adventure in the wild.