When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
Nearly all of Canada and most of the United States are feeling the effects from the back-lash of Super Typhoon Nuri. After crashing into the Bearing Sea it made a wide sweep across Canada and south into the United States. In Western Washington (the state) we usually feel the after affects of a Bearing Sea storm with sweeping north winds running the Pacific coast into Everett. Not this time. This storm is only giving us her cold shoulder. There was frost on the farm but no snow or freezing rain. Time for a few chores to get “winter ready”.
The Nuggets spend the night in an unheated chicken house so job one is making sure the girls have the best environment possible. They are well suited for a PNW winter. The most difficult job is keeping their water in a liquid state. Ray cleaned up the Easter Basket and tossed a couple of flecks of hay in the run. They like it best if they can do their own house keeping, which saves us from feeling the need to spread it out.
One perk about spring and autumn for city hens is the freedom to get out of the chicken yard a little more often. We try to keep it interesting in the yard with buckets full of gourmet weeds with treasures like beetles, crushed snails and fat worms, but there is nothing like harvesting your own salad and digging for your own protein snack. I don’t know how many more seasons the old tractor has before we have to do some major fixes. (and by we, I mean Ray, tehe)
After ten-plus days of being down with the flu it felt fantastic to be out. The beds are in ratty condition and with the cold sunshine I would love to park myself infront of a bed, clean it up, get it ready for next season. But next season is the Schemata, the year of Sabbath rest, so I actually have plenty of time. I’ll let the girls do the work for me. Sometimes I wish all of my labor force thought working at the Toy Box was like having a date night.
There are so many jobs I am going to have to putz at (it is what I do best). It takes me longer and longer to recover from the flu. The greenhouse walls need a scrub, the floor of the house looks sloppy, the shelves need straightening. There will not be much to do this spring when it would normally be time to plant. There are jobs that can wait until then. I just like getting out there.
Because of the Schemata, there is no winter garden to brag about or look forward to. No bed of leeks for when the onions run out, no celeriac to brighten winter soup, no bed of greens to fuss over. There are a few kale and chard plants, the Brussels sprout and a bed of herbs but that is all. This is by faith. This year, instead of writing about what the rain provides, I’ll speak of what Abba provides. It is only for a year.
November 11, 2014 Pretty blue sky, brisk, cold wind. Sunrise was at 7:09, 0% chance of rain. Icy NE wind gusting to 19mph. Sunset at 4:36 when the temperature could drop as low as 26 degrees. 8 hours and 27 minutes of daylight.