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I was about to say…

I was about to say, “Maybe we’ll have a mild winter.”… after the record heat we experienced all summer and into Fall. But, no. Here we are in our third day of low to mid-twenties…west Central Florida…who knew?
Covered the strawberries with hay and manure. They had finally started to flower and produce fruit after a slow start in the hot weather. But, they are perennial, so the strawberries should be okay. Live and learn.

I was about to say “What a nice crop of greens for the animals.” But, no. There go the pigeon peas, or at least the tops. The roots should be alright, so they will grow back this Spring. Not sure about the winter peas. We may end up turning them under for green manure. At least they are nitrogen fixing, so they’ll benefit the next crop, even if we did lose out on all the greens for the animals. And this year we know not to plant another cover crop right after the winter peas. Last year we made that mistake and ended up with marvelous greens on the cowpeas…but no peas! Live and learn.

I was about to say, “The Winter garden veggies are doing well this year.” But, no. The ‘night foragers’ have learned how to get over the electric fence around the main garden. Lost all the lettuce and the pole beans to midnight bunny raids…or maybe squirrels. We ended up putting field fencing around the garden anyway. Live and learn.

I was about to say, “The opossum have learned how to avoid getting caught in the Hav-a-Hart traps.” Evolution, it was bound to happen. But, no. After we found the duck egg nest and started collecting all the duck eggs each day, the varmint decided to eat the ducks instead of the eggs! Set the trap and…nothing…until yesterday. He must have been too cold to think clearly. Gotcha! Live and learn.

Happy homesteading,
T.

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The Long Needle Pine That Had to Go

When we positioned the house, we set it just to the west of the beautiful long-needle pine. Off center, of course, because everything in my world is slightly off center. So there sat house and tree in what would evolve into the Bent Pine Farm Tea Garden in our first three years.

We sailed through a couple of tropical storms, hardly worth mentioning.   No hard-nose hurricanes for this piece of the peninsula! But, statistically, how long can your luck hold out? So, in Aug we braced for Hermoine, which struck the area as a category 1 storm, taking out power for a couple of days.   And even more telling, cracking a couple of very large branches off my beautiful front yard pine.

See the Post from July 26

The pine branches that broke in Hermoine were an indication that long needle pines are much more brittle than the Sand Pines.   A long needle pine standing that close to the house would most certainly split, crack apart and go straight through the roof. Would we be sadder to lose our front yard pine or deal with a gaping hole in the roof, or worse?

 

So, ‘The Tree’ became the ‘Long Needle Pine That Had to Go’. The good news is that I made a deal. Traded the pine tree for a full length screened porch on the front of the house! (The long needle pine would have had to come down anyway!) I’ll let you know how it goes.

Happy Homesteading,

T.

P.S. Hurricane Irma hit us in the wee hours of Monday September 11, 2017 as a Category 2 hurricane, sustained winds of 110 mph. We sat out the storm in one of our Florida Engineered out-buildings (that means it has hurricane tie downs and rafters built with 2x6s). The building never moved an inch!

Hurricane Weekend 2017

It’s the waiting that drives you crazy.

So, here we sit. Saturday morning Sept 9, 2017. A category 5 hurricane, Irma, raking Cuba. The poor folks there, hunkered down. Kind of a futile effort. We can pray for those who have no recourse. That’s their best bet.

It’s the waiting that drives you crazy.

There have been humanitarian gestures, hotels lowering their rates. Of course, gas prices not included. Those hiked way up just as the last hurricane moved in and destroyed Houston. It’s up to $2.69 a gallon now. The major North-South routes look like giant parking lots. At least on the side headed North. No one is coming to Florida. Just leaving in a panic, outrunning the storm. At a snail’s pace.

It’s the waiting that drives you crazy.