I’ve been working hard since the weather warmed up. I needed to relieve some stress 🙂
I’ll be at the Charlotte Regional Farmers’ Market tomorrow with lots of swiss chard, some baby kale, mini lettuce, sweet potatoes and my wheat berries, and our beef in these cuts:
brisket, ribeye loin and strip loin, ground beef, stew meat, cube steak, philly steak, filet mignon, short ribs, oso bucco, soup bones, liver, sirloin tip roasts, eye of round and bone-in chuck roasts, hot dogs and andouille sausage made from 100% grass fed beef without any nitrates/nitrites.
Potatoes got planted this week! It’s a 2-seater, but this is a one woman show. I run both sides and plant 2 rows at once. Shane loaded the empty seat with what he considers my weight equivalent: 2 bags of concrete. HELLO! Totally not my weight equivalent! We go through this every year. He puts way too many bags of stuff in the empty seat, and I tell him I DON’T WEIGHT THAT MUCH and the planter goes crooked because THERE’S TOO MUCH WEIGHT ON THAT SIDE. Sorry for shouting but that’s how it sounds in my head. We ended up putting one bag of concrete on each seat and I sat on a board in the middle.
Anyway, I’ll have brand new kinds of potatoes this year!!! Still have butterballs and carolas of course, but also 2 new varieties. I’ll tell you about them when it’s time to eat.
Rye cover crop going under. We tilled up almost everything, because you never know if this is your only window. It’s just dry enough and rain’s coming this weekend, who knows what the weather might do next. Might not be till-able for another month. Once it’s tilled it dries much faster so there’s a better chance of it being ready when I need it. Like next week for onions to go in.
Caratacus is super curious about the cows. Our cows are silly and extra curious. When they see a horse coming they run toward it; the whole herd. Some horses get really freaked out to see a hundred cows barreling down on them (ask my sister bahaha) and if the horse turns to run, the cows chase him down like a zombie mob. I’m pretty sure, by the look on the horse’s face, the horse is convinced they will eat his brain. Caratacus isn’t phased though, and you can almost hear him saying, “Shenanigans.”