Ah, Spring ... sort of

We hear a lot of these little guys at night now. Ever since the snow melted the spring peepers have made nights very loud and exotic. The sound is similar to Maryland's insect chorus on August nights, but maybe louder. I'm sure we have plenty of tadpoles in the vernal pools in the back 6. The ducks and geese are eating something.

We've begun excavating the garden and planting some cold-tolerant crops (we're still a good 4 weeks from the first frost-free night). So far we have planted sugar peas, two types of chard, mesculin mix, spinach, kale, arugula, broccoli, two types of lettuce, mache, mizuna, and beets. The peas, chard, and arugula are all up. Hopefully they will stay up; we're supposed to have overnight lows in the lower 20s tonight.

Digging the garden beds has been a useful exercise. There is a lot of rock. So far the biggest boulder we've unearthed was the size of a soccer ball. The good news is that there is plenty of quality soil between the boulders. The soil maps were generally correct -- most of the soil we've worked so far is silt-loam, but there is a band of heavy clay towards the eastern end of the plot that the soil maps did not mention. We have submitted a sample for detailed analysis, and are waiting the results before we start guessing at soil amendments.

Our intention this year is to grow crops chiefly for our own use, and to get to know the place better. To that end, hand digging the garden beds is possible, even enjoyable for the first several hours. But larger scale production will demand a little more mechanization. That's where this baby comes in:



This is an Italian made "walking" tractor. It's a two wheeled tractor powered by an 8hp Lombardini diesel engine, with pivoting controls and mounts a standard set of implements on quick connectors. Ours is coming with a rotary plow, tiller (pictured), 53" sickle bar, and a chipper/shredder. The advantage of this system is that we buy and maintain a single power plant, rather than buying a separate engine with each implement. In time we can also add other implements -- log splitter and snow blower spring to mind, but they make all kinds of things for these tractors like carts, spaders, finish mowers, and even balers. We could have gone with a small, conventional tractor, but the neighbors have plenty of those for borrow or hire if we need them, and we wanted to be as miserly with fuel use as possible. Here is a link to just such a tractor in action with a rotary plow. I'll let you know how they are at handling rock.

The Move to Wallingford

Hi All,

For those of you who have stayed tuned, we are in our fourth inaugural week of living in Wallingford, Vermont. After a lot of time spent on the road, skirmishes with disgruntled owner/landlords, scary basements and weird smells, we found a house in VT that we believe will be the site of our Future Farm. Wallingford is a small town just about eight miles south of the city of Rutland with beautiful views not too dissimilar from Switzerland.


Even though this is great news, it meant that we had to leave Middlebury, a fine town. We had hoped that we could find a new home nearby, but nothing panned out. Although we were intrigued by the area's offerings of vintage farmhouses, most of what we visited was either super new and situated on land inappropriate for farming, or super old, falling down and situated on land that would great for farming...eventually. We truly are going to miss some of the great people we met through the Champlain Valley Unitarian Universalist Society and Frog Hollow Crafts Center. Deb and Bud Smith, the owners of our apartment, were essentially our "hook-up" to most things Middlebury. There is a stimulating charge in the air of college towns; and we were most lucky during our six months as residents to have so many cultural events, community activities and great company all within walking distance.

Our move took the form of a two-pronged attack: On March 28, after the closing at the sellers' attorney's office in Poultney, we were able to borrow a van from the sellers' real estate office. We drove the van up to Middlebury, packed our things in and did a drive by the home of Chris and Susan English who had kindly been storing things of ours that were too big to keep in our town efficiency. After the secondary loading, we drove down to our new residence to make the best of the first week. Sans real furniture, it was sort of amazing how much work Ed was able to do. Mealtimes were saved by the fact that we had brought some of our kitchen stuff from the Englishs' pole barn and we had just enough of Yvonne's ceramic pieces to make dinner civilized.

The following Saturday, April 5th, we drove down to the D.C./MD to retrieve the balance of our worldly possessions. We had beautiful driving weather, for a change, and we made great time (about 9 hours). Once again, we were welcomed by our friends Steve and Andrea Matney in Glen Echo. The next day, Sunday, we wisely chose to goof off and socialize. We attended the 10:30 service at the Unitarian Universalist Church of Silver Spring. It was great to see so many people and update them on our travels. It turned out that other UUCSS ex-pats were visiting that day, so it was somewhat like homecoming.

Monday was all business. Chris English also hails from MD, and had arranged to take off time from a family visit to help us load our moving van and his personal vehicle with our stuff. Chris met us at the storage facility at 9:30 on the dot. Because Chris and Susan had moved to VT approximately a year and a half earlier than we had, Chris arrived organized and armed with recent memory of the best ways to relocate everything you own. Except for the fine drizzle that kept up through the mid morning through early afternoon, we couldn't have asked for a smoother transfer of items. All three of us were largely in agreement about the best ways to pack a moving truck (i.e. putting the big things in the truck first and then fitting smaller things around them.) I have participated in moving "parties" that involved far more people and way less competence. The very next a.m., Ed and I were back on the road up to VT.



The turn around time was about 4 days (April 5 to 8). On Wednesday, April 8, we unloaded the van, again with Chris's help (he was on his way back up north that morning), got all the furniture into the house, and made sure that all boxes went either to the basement or garage to shelter them from the elements.

Chris left to rejoin his wife Susan in their home in Cornwall in the early afternoon (we were sorry; we had wanted to share a celebratory pizza with him), and we made it our business to put together the bed and the dining room table. One week's camp-out without them was enough.

























At present, we are enjoying our first spring in Vermont. Late-night online seed buying has gotten us enough seed to start exploring what the soil up here will support (besides small boulders. The mineral capacity of VT soil is legendary). The property has a number of blackberry bushes and an established rhubarb bed. Young red shrubs which might be either raspberries or miniature roses (we're hoping for raspberries) are starting to put out tiny little pleated leaves. The lilacs are getting greener every day. The snowmelt lake that had occupied the five acres closest to Otter Creek is slowly evaporating.




We started last week turning over the rich, rocky soil to see the encouraging pink-brown glistening of several healthy nightcrawlers.
So far we've planted arugula, spinach, snow peas, kale, mixed greens for salad and broccoli. Now, to figure out where the asparagus bed will go...

Winter Rap Up

It's been a long winter. This image is my car after a March ice storm (no damage done). Note the spiffy new Vermont tags on the car!

This winter was one for the record books, literally. All-time snowfall records were set state-wide. Burlington, VT (to our north) received 120.2 inches of snow this winter (or about 10" more than the previous all time record). I told folks before we moved here that I only grew tired of winter once in my life. That total has been doubled.

Our last snow (so far) was Saturday (April 12). There was no accumulation, but we had driving snow showers all day long. The snowpack on the mountains is still over 60" in most places, though the snow on the lower elevations has been gone for over two weeks at this point.

PASA 2008

In early February we attended the annual PASA conference in State College, Pennsylvania. Last year's conference was, in a word, transformative -- that's in large measure why we're here now. This year built upon that experience. The conference was slightly larger -- approximately 2,000 folks attended, from 39 states and 8 countries. We again did the pre-conference, day-long track for beginning farmers and learned a great deal about high tunnels for extending harvests into winter, effective pasture management, effective marketing, and many other topics.

In the business portion of the conference we learned the latest on PASA's effort to overturn the PA state regulation banning certain specific milk labels (see this link for the full story). The executive summary is that Monsanto got to the Pennsylvania Ag department and persuaded them to ban the use of any phrase on a milk container stating rBST/rBGT was not used to produce the milk. Call me a zealot, but I view the elimination of the corporation as the sine qua non for democracy's continuance. And if you want to follow me to the barricades and face the big ag/pharma juggernaut head on, see The Future of Food. Other frustrations at the conference included the news that the dean of Penn State's College of Agricultural Sciences decided there was no need to replace the only one (1) retiring pasture scientist on his staff, because, in his words, "...there is nothing new to learn about pasture management." Absolutely amazing. And as long as I'm on my soapbox, we got to see King Corn at the conference. It offers more proof that our government is acting in the best interests of Monsanto, Pioneer , Archer Daniel Midlands , and other deep pocketed corporations, rather than we the people.

Beyond production and marketing workshops, book vendors, the art show, and political activism, we chatted up many of the equipment folks. I spent quite a bit of time at the BCS dealers booth. I'm convinced that's the solution for us, as opposed to small, conventional tractors and implements. I also bought a nifty stirrup hoe.

January changes, Part 1

We've been a bit remiss in updates, and much has changed, both for good and ill, but mostly for good.

Let me start with my working situation. A few days before Christmas I found out that my contract position was to be terminated. I had been tele-working from our apartment, working on the same weather service contract for which I had worked in DC. It was a good arrangement -- I was working only half time, but that was enough to pay the bills, my task (code refactoring) was very interesting, and it was something the branch needed to have done. All persons involved (me, my management, and the government folks) felt it was a good arrangement.

That was then. A higher up on the government side got wind of the the situation and determined that I must be sacked (for reasons that are still closely held). So my role on the contract came to an end the first week of January. It was difficult -- I'd worked with those folks for the past 12 years.

Fortunately the SAIC project manager on our contract with the Environmental Modeling Center (or EMC, which is located in the same building as my old contract) saw an opportunity. Executive summary: I'm now working on a contract for the EMC under very similar terms as before (remote work from Vermont, part time). I've just started learning what the job entails, but it's got some pretty cool elements, starting with parallel programming on super computers. They have a unique set of problems with which I think I can help (beyond the theoretical meteorology that is).

Happy New Year/Spring Fakeout

So here we are in 2008! A clean slate! Top of a New Year! New calendars for everyone!

Although I am happy to report that we have had a reasonably festive holiday season, the fact that it was about 61 degrees fahrenheit today was somewhat disconcerting. Last week, we were waking up to minus 3 degrees, and now the whole town looks as if the groundhog has lost his shadow for good. Last week, it was icy and boreal, and I was commenting about how "Norman Rockwell" the whole place looked. Today, my husband went for a run in shorts. Last week, a high of 12 degrees F was de rigeur. Today, piles of dirty snow resembling nothing so much as weeping granite contribute a strangely demoralizing mood. Things can change really fast.

It's certainly not that I haven't ever witnessed a warm spell before. I'm originally from the Washington, D.C. area where, annually, we would average about a week of balmy temperatures in the middle of January and February (and every single year the television weather reporters would claim that it hadn't happened before). Balmy defined as anywhere between 60 and 72 degrees F. However, that was one of the things that made winter in D.C. such a pain. That was a primo time to get sick. You'd just be getting used to the fact that you could walk around town with your jacket open and your hat off, and The North Wind would just sneak up behind you and suddenly smack you upside the head with a Polar Express Sucker Punch. Suddenly, with the alacrity of plunging mercury, you'd realize you were totally underdressed and you should have really brought your gloves with you that morning.

My whole uneasiness about the winter season stems from experiences like the last one. How the heck was I supposed to LIKE winter, much less embrace it if it was going to wantonly take a vacation in February? Getting used to the cold was enough of a chore, and I needed some consistency. To experience the same thing in Vermont was sorta bizarre.

We should have listened more closely to Al Gore.

Awesome!

Here's a glimpse of Middlebury at its best (though this picture hardly does it justice). This is a view from the section of the Trail Around Middlebury (TAM). This part of the TAM skirts the golf couse on the Middlebury College campus. What you can't see from this small shot is that the Green Mountains there in the distance span at least 160 degrees of the horizon from southeast to northwest. That view is awesome and humbling; I often laugh and cry when I see it. It's especially compelling at night with a full moon, or when the ridge line is shrouded by a snowstorm.