summer crops

I love the change of seasons, the cycles of growth. If what was grown, what was harvested was always the same, it would be incredibly boring. In the winter it's all about cool/cold weather crops, mostly greens that will do well in a greenhouse kept only slightly above freezing. Right now, at the height of summer, what's growing are plants that love heat and sunshine. Today, there were a couple of "firsts" for the season...

blackberries

roma beans

sweet peppers

the farm in bloom...

 chamomile

 queen anne's lace

 feverfew

 clematis

 "new dawn" rose on my newly completed arbor

 sweet peas

 nasturtium

 pansies

 elderberry blossoms

2016 internship opportunities

maple tapping workshop

the loss of a dog

Kavalier Big Hairy Deal, "Biggie"

05/04/2005 - 01/18/2016

My dogs. My dogs.

They are my companions, my compatriots, my confidants.
Biggie was my fourth Standard Schnauzer, my last one. He had a toe removed two years ago and then was neutered last year, both due to suspected cancer. All of my dogs have died of cancer, way too young.

So I suppose this was like a freight train that has been coming - you can feel the vibrations in the track, but it is so far off in the distance that you cannot yet see it. So you keep playing on the tracks, hoping you were mistaken until suddenly it is upon you. And you find yourself surprised by the suddenness of it. Even when you knew. You knew it was coming. Although you had no proof, you wanted to believe you were mistaken. That you could go on and on together. But the train came anyway, ahead of schedule, roaring upon you. You, with your deer-in-the-headlights look, amazed, that your fun on the tracks was over. Though you shouldn't have been - the foretelling was a long one; a silent vibration from a train miles away, but still coming. Unstoppable. Invisible, but real nonetheless. However, hope is a deep well, and so we play and laugh, skipping between the rails, in absolute and willful denial of the inevitable. Enjoying the moments while we can, because if we stop for just a second on the rail, balancing on one foot, there it is - the vibration - a little stronger. So we run again, the sun shining, our feet crunching on the gravel, dead grasses brushing at our ankles, and call to our friend, "come with me, let's run!". And you do, laughing. While the vibration under our feet grows ever stronger.

A SONG OF THE ROAD

WHATEVER the path may be, my dear,
Let us follow it far away from here,
Let us follow it back to Yester-Year,
Whatever the path may be: 
Again let us dream where the land lies sunny, 
And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey,
Away from the world that slaves for money —
Come, journey the way with me.

However the road may roam, my dear,
Through sun or rain, through green or sere,
Let us follow it back with hearts of cheer,
However the road may roam:
Oh, while we walk it here together,
What care we for wind and weather,
When there on the hills we'll smell the heather,
And see the lights of home!

Whatever the path may seem, my sweet,
Let us take it now with willing feet,
And time our steps to our hearts' glad beat,
Whatever the path may seem:
Though the road be rough that we must follow,
What care we for hill or hollow,
While here in our hearts, as high as a swallow,
We bear the same loved dream!

However the road may roam, my sweet,
Let it lead us far from mart and street,
Out where the hills and the heavens meet,
However the road may roam:
So, hand in hand, let us go together,
And care no more for the wind and weather, 
And reach at last those hills of heather,
Where gleam the lights of home.

Madison Casein

love of learning

books are my friends

So here's the thing - more than just about anything, I love to learn (It's my favorite!). With that in mind, I thought perhaps the farm could play host to a monthly (or so) series of workshops - for the curious of mind, the lovers of learning. The first one will be in late February/early March. Maybe. You see, the actual date will depend on the weather. We need a series of days that go above 40 degrees with nights dropping below freezing. Have you guessed what it will be about yet? Drumroll, please...

The first workshop is:

maple tapping
When: Sunday, March 6 (give or take a week or two), 9 a.m. – 12 noon
Where: Tulip Tree Hill, 208 Penny Road, Holtwood, PA 17532
Learn to tap a maple tree and what to do with the sap once you have it. We'll be sampling the raw sap, making fir needle tea with it, and boiling it down for syrup. Afterwards, we'll share a snack of pancakes topped with freshly churned butter and maple syrup. If the weather is fine, we'll eat outdoors near a warming bonfire. You'll go home with a small bottle of the sticky elixir as well as your own tap and the knowledge of how to use it.
Attendance will be limited to no more than 15 people.
Cost is $36 per person.
As I've said, the actual date is likely to change, since the sap run depends on the weather, but it will definitely be on a Sunday morning.
If interested in attending (and who wouldn't be?) please send your name and contact info so I can get in touch with you once the sap starts running and we have a firm date. But if you are absolutely certain you want to attend, don't want to risk missing out, and are willing to move heaven and earth to get here, then you can pay ahead of time to reserve your spot, either by going to the farm's event calendar page or by stopping to see me at Lancaster Central Market.

Sounds like fun, doesn't it? I think so too.

There are other ideas flying around, such as: making hypertufa planters, building native bee houses, growing your own mushrooms, creating hand-built ceramics, making herbal wreaths, fermented foods, broom making, cider pressing, making Christmas wreaths, rug hooking, soap making, and spinning wool.

And you know what? If there's something you are interested in learning and think that Tulip Tree Hill might be able to help you out with that, post it in the comments below and we'll give it some serious thought.

not so lean farm (yet)

I'm in the middle of reading this book by Ben Hartman, The Lean Farm. It speaks volumes to me. Motivated, one of the first things on my to-do list is to get rid of excess "stuff". Junk. Things that might be able to be used some day, but probably not. So a couple weeks ago, my sister called and asked if I wanted to go to a farm auction with her and her husband. The tiny little voice saying "no, you don't need anything, shouldn't buy anything, don't have room for anything, are trying to get rid of things" was drowned out by my resounding "yes!". Therefore I went and I bought. More stuff. Three pallets of stuff. You can't go to an auction and not buy, can you? Isn't there some sort of law against that? At the very least, it's un-natural.

I bought:

A pallet of pavers. No lie, that very morning before I ever even got the auction call, we had started digging out an area in front of the barn door in order to be able to lay a gravel base for some as-yet-to-be-purchased pavers to sit on. I now have a mud-free entry to the barn. And life is good. Wahoo.

please don't look at how badly the barn needs new siding - but aren't those pavers great?

A pallet of five giant, crusty, old windows. They are beautiful, and measure roughly 3x4 feet each. I am amassing quite the window collection. Why? There are projects in my head that want to be made real, that's why.

A pallet of sweet old barn doors. Admittedly this was an impulsive, emotional purchase. One which could not be defended except to say that they have so much character that I had to have them. In light of the aforementioned book, this purchase was just a tiny bit embarrassing. Recently I decided to measure the barn door that got the new pavers, thinking a pair of these lovely old doors just might fit that space, when I looked up and saw the front-yard-gate-posts-without-a-gate. I measured. They fit. They are perfect. Rustic, welcoming, and a look I never in a million years envisioned.

add a latch, slap on a fresh coat of paint, and we're good to go!

this door, this door. I am in love with it. wooden handle, wooden latch, how old must it be? maybe this one will fit the barn. and by the way, that's not a split in the wood on the latch - that cut-out creates a bit of give so the latch can be lifted and then the tension causes it to spring back into place. simply wonderful.

Every once in a while it all comes together.