Weeding, Raking and Ranting...
I have this dream that I plant the farm with hundreds of plants, watch them come up, weed once or twice and then reap piles of delectable fruits and veggies...HAHAHA!!! This is more like the universe laughing at me than a dream. It's hard work running a tiny farm, I can't imagine running a commercial sized farm. One thing that my dad taught me is to weed when the weeds are small. Every week (not once or twice like the dream), I take a hoe and walk through the pathways and rows and knock down all of the small weeds. An hours worth of work every week will save you from a nightmare of never-ending toddler-sized-weed pulling. Really, when the weeds are as big as your three-year-old, you may want to just light the whole thing on fire and plow it under. Right now I am fighting spurge. Spurge is a horrible weed that comes through the secondary water. Give this bad boy an inch and he will take an acre, not kidding. The magical thing about this little weed is that he can re-root himself, so dig him up and flip him over so his roots can't touch the dirt. Horrible, nasty little things.
|Spurge...my arch enemy at the moment!!! This is about as big as we let it get.|
|Corn, doing well. Someone told me I would never be able to grow corn...HA!!!|
|Fava bean blossoms. They are such a different plant, |
I am so intrigued by them.
|Breakfast...they were so good!|
|If only you could see my drool right now...|
|I need more strawberry plants...|