Farmers Tell All: How To Beat Those Winter Blues

Here on our New Hampshire vegetable farm, we fling our arms open wide for winter.  We know many people who dread the cold season in the Northeast, or at least require a considerable bracing to meet the blast.  We farmers have a fantastic idea to beat those winter's-on-its-way blues: you too can become a vegetable farmer!

First of all, as the cold weather gains strength and promise, you will revel in the fact that you get to be indoors.  You will have spent so much time outside all spring, summer, and fall, in every conceivable type of pleasant and unpleasant spring, summer, and fall weather, that you will be eager to go in your house and stay in your house, snugly protected from the elements.  Nor more harvesting for hours in the driving rain; no more sweating in the blazing sun as you put up loose hay with and for the draft horses that help you farm.

Secondly, as a vegetable farmer,  you will positively look forward to winter's decay and death.  The first frost?  Fantastic!  Maybe it will stop those oh-so-productive zucchini, yellow squash, and cucumbers, which you've been bound to pick every other day for the last four months, whether it interferes with all your exciting farmerly social and travel plans (oh ha ha ha!) or not.

Coming close after the first frost is the first hard freeze, which is even better.  All kind of garden plants will die!  Sure, there might be a frantic morning, afternoon, and night of harvesting everything that won't survive the freeze, and your house will be stock full of buckets, crates, and trays of produce, but at least the plants are dead!  They can produce no more!  Hooray!

Not only that, in the winter, the bugs are good and dead.  All that brain power you've been using to keep track of the bugs on the potatoes and the bugs on the tomatoes and the bugs on the brassicas and the bugs on the squashes will now be freed up for other noble pursuits.  Imagine, not having to think about bugs and how to get rid of bugs all day!  No more squishing bugs between rocks, or your two fingers, if you're feeling hardy and not-too-squeamish; no more swatting at black flies and mosquitoes; no more whacking the gigantic horse and deer flies feeding on your hardworking draft horses' sweaty flanks.

Of course, and fourthly, winter does bring those very draft horses into their off-season paddock, and they require feeding three times a day.  But the horses are invariably glad to see you, because you're bringing breakfast, lunch, and supper, and you can cozy up to those big warm bodies with their furry winter coats and enjoy the the steam puffing from their nostrils and the munching and munching of all that hay you all worked together to gather.

And in the house, you can enjoy all the produce you've canned, frozen, dried, and root-cellared to last you the winter.  It's quite nice to have spaghetti sauce simmering on the stove or potatoes roasting in the oven, those long slow cooking dishes filling your house with good smells, and your belly with good feelings.  What's so great about lettuce and salad greens anyway?

Fifthly, winter is wonderful for the vegetable farmer because of all that marvelous snow, floating lightly down from the generous sky.  That snow covers up all your pressing outside projects, and it also covers up all the season's mishaps or even mistakes in a most pleasing manner.  What a beautiful farm, you might think, what a lovely life: why, I don't see a single weed; I don't see any busted up machinery, I don't see anything but a smooth forgiving blanket of snow.

And now, vegetable farmer in the winter that you are, you will go get under your cozy forgiving blankets, and have a long winter's nap.  Ah . . .

Originally published in the Monadnock Shopper News, Oct 29 – Nov 4, 2014

Read This Before You Buy That Team of Horses of Plow Up Your Garden

We recently hosted a draft horse workshop on our vegetable farm.  Seven good people, hailing from Vermont, New Hampshire, and New York, came to us on a Sunday afternoon to learn about vegetable production with draft power. 

We enjoyed talking to these budding horse farmers, who ranged from a couple who already has a garden, a team of horses, and full time jobs as teachers and/or guidance counselors (a perfect set-up for a successful vegetable farm-- two outside sources of income!) to a Dutch fellow that had come along as company with a friend.  “I'm not a farmer,” he said, and the friend answered “Yet,” smiling at him. 

The workshop went well, with a practical demonstration of readying a field for garlic and fall cover crops, as well as a chance to drive Molly and Ben, two of our horses.  We also had lots of conversation about the various implements we have and use here, and the various implements we have and don't use here (generally wrested rusty and busted up from an old hedgerow and donated by kind, well-meaning folks), and the various implements we don't have and would like to use here (all eloquently described by my farmer fellow, who generally has some wonderful horse drawn implement in mind that cost only $2000! and would greatly benefit the farm, if not the farm budget).

We ended the workshop with good-byes and good lucks,  and with a reminder to check the recent article on the NOFA-NH (who sponsored the event, along with the National Center for Appropriate Technology) website for more of our words of horse-farming wisdom. 

Now these words of wisdom come to all of you budding vegetable- and horse- farmers, so that you can contemplate your next glamorous career change, and so that you don't feel too sad about missing our nice workshop.

Three Basic Tips (with notes) for Starting in with Draft Animal Power on the Farm

Love your draft animals.

            1.  Think marriage, not summer romance.  Working with draft animals is a relationship, and if you want to be in it for the long haul, you're going to be ecstatic, enraged, bored, happy, frustrated, sad, content, joyful, ready to quit, ready to keep on, and everything in between.  A good teamster thinks of the animals first, even when everything else on the farm might be going wrong.

            2.  Consider temperaments, both your own and your draft animals.  Do you enjoy the slow, steady pace of oxen, or the peppier step of a team of horses?  Or do you have no idea?  Find out.  First.  Before you buy any.   Once you buy, you're going to be housing, feeding, and tending your hungry big critters, and all that housing, feeding and tending has to happen whether you ever get your garden plowed or not.

Find good mentors.

            1.  Find a friendly, experienced draft horse or oxen farmer (or two or three), preferably living next door, and with ample time and abundant energy to spend with a teamster-wanna-be.  In lieu of that, you may have to travel a little.  Expect to pay for the privilege of  learning from all that experience and friendliness, either through formal workshops costing money or through less formal barters of your time and labor and your unfailing good will and respect for a busy farmer's help.

            2.  Find a friendly, experienced pair of horses or oxen for a first team.  They will teach you as much as your farmer-mentor.  That beautiful matched team of snorting high headed high steppers may be fantastic for a long-time teamster, but not for a beginner.   And that adorable pair of fuzzy foals or calves will not learn with you; they will walk all over you, and you will all end up sadder and perhaps no wiser.

Think in pairs.

            1.  There's nothing cuter than a draft pony on a cart, but single horse machinery is a lot harder to find than double.  (We don't claim to know much about oxen - except we've only seen them driven in pairs at the county fair.)   And horses and oxen, working or not, tend to like company of their own kind.

            2.  Any draft animal, of course, has to be paired with an implement in order to get any farm work done.  There are farm auctions and machinery dealers, and there are lots of busted up old plows and rakes and cultivators and hayloaders in hedges.  Do your research before you haul out your wallet: how much should a plow of this age and condition go for?  Do I have the skills and tools to patch it up when it breaks?  Or do I have the money to pay someone else to patch it up?  And by the way, do I even know how to use the thing?

Originally published in the Monadnock Shopper News, Oct 1– Oct 7, 2014

Farm Rebels

Here on our new Hampshire vegetable farm, we look forward to the cool, invigorating autumn weather.  It might start early in September or late in September, but either way, we're glad to have it- especially the invigorating part.  We're feeling kind of weary this time of year, what with the summer crops- tomato, zucchini, yellow squash, basil- giving a last hurrah, and the fall crops- potatoes and winter squash and broccoli and more- all clamoring for our attention.

The vegetables want weeding, and they want harvesting, and they want putting by for the winter.  And the farmers?  We're thinking more of sleeping, followed by a little nap, and then sleeping, followed by a little rest.  It gets harder and harder to get up early in the morning, and the couch and the bed and even the floor look more and more inviting.

Sometimes those beautiful autumn days- crisp, misty air in the morning, warm sun in the afternoon, heavy golden light over the fields in the evening- aren't enough to entice a farmer out to the field.  Sometimes a farmer is tired of going out to the field.  Sometimes a farmer even takes a little perverse pleasure in not going out to the field first thing on a beautiful day. 

Hah!  Beautiful day!  Take that!  You can't make me come out there!  Even if  you are bathed in beautiful light, or bursting with color, or sonorous with crickets and autumn breeze and rustle and snap!

I will stay inside and can tomato sauce instead!  I will stay inside and wash some dishes!  I won't go out into that great big messy gloriously full of food and work garden.  I will stay right here, in the messy gloriously full of food and dirty dishes house!  Freezing peppers!  Freezing kale!  Freezing chard!  Freezing salsa and squash and pesto! 

Oh, it's a  funny thing, this farming, how it brings out the rebel in a body.  And it's even funnier what a body might rebel against: crisp, invigorating air, beautiful light?  Good weather?  Good grief.    

But hey, maybe that's how we got to be farmers in the first place: that spark of rebellion.  We are rebelling against something, against lots of things, not least of which is somebody else's agenda or idea of a work schedule.  As we like to say, in league with many a self-employed person: “We never get any time off, but, hey, we can take it any time we want to!”

We are also rebelling against some societal and cultural ideas of what constitutes a useful, meaningful way to spend a workday, or a worklife.  Small-scale sustainable farming isn't so much a norm any more; now it is in itself a rebellion, against the industrial, the massive, the impersonal, the uncaring.            

And, heck, we care, we care a lot, we keep caring, even when it's hard and painful and wearying, when there's hail or floods or droughts or locusts.  We want to do work that feels right and good, that sustains us and helps sustain others too: the land and air and water and wildlife, and all the people that eat our vegetables and enjoy our farm. 

We enjoy our farm too, of course, and we also feel a little weary . .  a little rebellious. . .  No, I won't take advantage of this exquisite weather and go out and weed those carrots!  I'm going to get some work done inside, even if the rainy days won't cooperate with meals and laundry and writing columns, all necessary and important items in a full, balanced life, and all so blessedly close to the couch . . . the bed . . . even the floor . . .

Originally published in the Monadnock Shopper News, Sept 3 – Sept 9, 2014

Garden-Dirty Secret

August means harvest on a New Hampshire vegetable farm.  We’ve been picking crops since late May, but in August it is harvest and harvest and harvest, part or all of every day.  It is glorious, of course: summertime, when the living is easy! when the food falls from the plant into the mouth! when most of that food hardly even needs to stop and be attended to in the farm kitchen first!

And what food . . .  tomatoes and basil, beans and lettuce, carrots and cucumbers, zucchini and sweet red peppers, all full of flavor and nutrients and tenderness and freshness.  Yes, harvesting is where it all happens, harvesting is what we’re all working towards, harvesting is the culmination and climax of the garden! 

And yet.  Here is my deep and garden-dirty secret:  I’d rather be weeding. 

Shocking, isn’t it?  My fellow farmer alternately shakes his head at such blasphemy, and then rejoices that he is farming with a weeding-lover.  It’s not that I don’t appreciate the variety that harvesting brings to our farm work; it’s certainly not that I don’t appreciate the delicious food. 

It’s just . . . weeding!  Wonderful weeding!  So satisfying!  So orderly!  So tangible!  So clear that you are doing good in the world, as you look back at your long beautiful slightly curving tidy green rows against the rich dark soil!

Of course, some weedings are more equal than others (hey, how about that clever Animal Farm reference in a farming column!)  There are all kinds of weedings on our farm, and we’ve tried many methods over the years (excluding weeding by herbicides, which doesn‘t fit into our sustainable-organic-biodynamic sensibilities).  There is weeding by hoe, which can be nice, if it’s early on in the season, with a light hoe and light weeds, but the heavier the weeds and the heavier the hoe, the harder it is.

Then there’s weeding with the horses and the cultivator, which is fast and efficient, and enjoyable for the teamster in the family, but requires a little more driving skill and patience with banging on various pieces of machinery and various pieces of machinery banging back at you than I possess.  However, my fellow enjoys the whole process, and I do like to watch and laud the results of this fast efficient weeding.

My fellow is also the scythe weeder in the family.  Scything isn’t technically weeding, but more of a last ditch effort to keep the weeds from going to flower and seed in a section that has somehow gotten away from us.  First we carefully extract the crop from beneath and among the towering weeds, then my fellow merrily swings his scythe, singing scything songs as he goes (such as “Why the heck didn‘t we weed this earrrrlllier?  This is riddddiiiculloouss . . .).

In the same vein, there’s also the weeding by lawnmower method, which is another talent of my fellow’s.  He keeps all the walkways shorn so all those grassy-weedy plants don’t have a chance to flower and seed themselves into our nice weed-freeish  garden sections.  My fellow farmer also uses a weed eater to keep the weeds trimmed under the electric fence.

But finally we come to my secret love:  hand weeding.  I don’t need any banging machinery or loud mowers or heavy hoes or even lovely horses.  I just need my hands and my knees, which I take everywhere with me. 

I plop down in a pathway, and I weed.  Little tiny weeds that take a delicate hand, or bigger tougher weeds that take a firm grip.  I am fast.  I am efficient.  I can even hand weed faster and better than my fellow, and there’s not very many things I can say that about on the farm, as he is twice as peppy and twice as dauntless as I am.

But when it comes to hand weeding, I am a superstar  I can do it all:  I am Wonderweeder!  Which is a mighty good thing in August, since harvesting and eating, no matter how many hours they take this time of year, never seem to surpass the number of weeds in a summer garden . . .

Originally published in the Monadnock Shopper News, Aug 6 – Aug 12, 2014