Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Thanks to all our friends who joined us!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
But, we do intend to savor every moment. We are packing in as much time outdoors and with friends and doing fun things as we can.
Gayle, my best friend from high school, visited for a couple days during one of her genealogy research excursions. We see each other so rarely, but despite the divergent paths our lives have taken over the past 30 years, we are still connected at the heart.
At least until the turkeys intrude, untying your shoes or yanking on your hair.
Friday, September 24, 2010
When we drove home last night a police officer was stopping every car turning onto 75th Street to inquire where they were heading. He told us we were fine getting to our house, but the road was closed at Douglas. This morning I decided to take my camera and check it out. At Genoa, 5 miles down the road, the usually placid little river was raging and had washed out the road.
The real flood devastation is in the small communities just to our north and northeast - where you can't even get right now: Pine Island, Oronoco, Zumbrota, Wanamingo. There is sobering video footage at www.kttc.com.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
When I can't sleep I listen to the radio and all night; last night I was hearing warnings of flash flood. When we bought this farm 2 years ago we had been looking for a farm along a trout stream. We had made an offer on a property along the Zumbro River, but someone made a sweeter offer first. Then we drove through a valley near Whitewater State park and Rog said, "This is my dream spot. Let's hold out for a place like this."
The very next week we had a 500-year flood and that valley was scoured clean. We changed our vision of our dream spot - and this farm on the hill sounded pretty good. I am so grateful that we purchased our little farm on the hill.
My drive into town tonight to deliver CERTS materials and pick up Rog from work was full of very wet drama. Recently harvested corn fields along our road were saturated, flooded.
Blessedly, other than soggy poultry and cows, Squash Blossom Farm is avoiding any flood problems. Rain is STILL falling. My heart goes out to the folks downstream who have their rain plus our rain to deal with tonight!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
|Rog and I visited Bill in Baja California a few years ago. |
We went out in a boat (he loved to sail) and every night
we watched the splendid sunsets over the Pacific. Bob Dog helped us dig
up clams on the beach with which we made Paella.
Bill was an extraordinary character, a documentary filmmaker - and writer/artist/woodworker/ and more. I met him at the dog park when he came to Rochester for medical care several years ago, traveling with his huge black lab, Bob. Nearly every afternoon for most of that year we sat atop the picnic table, him relating the amazing adventures of his life while we either swatted mosquitos or shivered in our winter parkas (depending upon the month) as our dogs romped in the creek.
I sent him a farewell message this morning, but it arrived too late.
My dear friend Bill,
My heart is filled with sorrow as you sail gently into the sunset. I hope when you get there it is as beautiful a sunset as you have ever seen, and I know you have savored quite a few.
Your life has been jam-packed with remarkable adventures, fascinating people, beautiful places, philosophical ideas, delectable flavors, spectacular vistas. You lived with gusto and brought many people and at least one huge, black dog much joy.
I am so glad I had the opportunity to be your friend. Wishing you comfort and peace.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
The days are getting significantly shorter on both ends now, an unavoidable symptom of fall which makes me a bit melancholy. The one consolation is that sunrises happen later, so I am up in time to take photos and can subject my blog-readers to lots of sentimental sunrise images. Like, sunrise through the pampas grass.
Monday, September 6, 2010
For Labor Day, we invited a few friends over to labor. Our goal was to remove a couple of huge buckthorn trees in our prairie--beautiful but invasive trees that are covered with glossy black berries and drop bazillions of seeds every fall or spread them via birds that feast on the berries.
Only another 6 or 8 big buckthorn trees (and 6000 to 8000 little ones) to go.
Thanks to our great friends for their hard work!
Friday I harvested my first batch of microgreens for sale, both pea shoots (top photo) and sunflower shoots (bottom photo). I have been experimenting with growing peas and sunflowers as sprouts and shoots for a couple of months now, and after many unsuccessful attempts, I finally have a workable system.
The good thing about raising sprouts and micro-greens is that if I grow too many, we love the healthy little greens in our sandwiches, salads and soups, and if I end up with more than we can eat, the chickens, ducks and turkeys also love them.
The downside of raising sprouts and micro-greens is that they need care twice a day--they are as demanding as milking a dairy cow!