Looking through the Veil

Today I am surrounded by a very dense fog. I estimate I have,at the most, 200 feet visibility. I can hear the wind blowing intermittently up over the rise. It sounds like a distance train. Here the trees are still. Everything is still. It’s peaceful and eery at the same time.

It’s hunting season, but hunters wont be out today. I imagine the deer have an intuitive, possibly clairevoyant understanding of this. They are probably just beyond my field of vision, walking their deer trails and grazing on the green things still growing. They probably know the best places to look.

I was out earlier today leash walking my big Chocolate lab. He likes to go off on adventures with our neighbor’s hound. Cooper comes to the door to fetch him. Usually I let him go and he’s back in a few hours. I’ve learned this has to stop at this time of year, but it’s hard to make a dog understand he can’t go play with his buddy. That needs to stop now. I got a call about a week ago from a man across town, more or less, telling me he’s spotted my dog, who is weaaring a tag with my name, phone number, and address on it. and is holding him for me. I mentioned he usually is off this another, a brindle hound. The man was up here hunting from WV and reminded me folks tracking a deer might just shoot dogs if they interfere. When I got to the fellow’s address, he had my guy and Cooper in the bed of his truck. I delivered Cooper home first. My guy hasn’t had liberty since. Cooper’s been over a few times and has been disappointed. It might be safe to let my guy out today ,at least from the threat of hunters, for a bit but like any sensible creaure he’s taking a long day’s nap.

The wind’s picking up and I see the tall pines close by the house have begun to intermittently sway. Beyond the nearby, I can only imagine as I’m tucked into the low cloud coverage on this misty day.

On a Warmish and Rainy Day

Today, for the second day in a row, we have had rain. Sometimes it’s been heavy and sometimes it’s been drizzley and sometimes there’s been fog in between. It has been relatively rain forest warm here and humid. This is not what Id expect coming into the middle of November.

So yeasterday I let it keep me in except for the basic neccesities such as chicken feeding and dog walking. But in my mind, I’ve been planting kale and cleaning up some of my raised garden beds and the little frog pond.

The little frog pond is actually a catchment for my rain gutter runoff, but every year, frogs come and lay eggs that look like transluscent grapes and eventually polywags come along. Im afraid not so many survive because with heavy rain the pond overflows and there they must go, I imagine. Eventually, though I rarely see them, I hear frog splashes so I know some survive and go off to have whatever frog life they are destined to live.

As there is a break in the rain and just a heavy mist all around I l’ll be off now.

I promise to check in every day.

Okay, It’s been awhile, years actually, approximately 2, since I’ve added a blog entry. I have been sadly neglecting my website and that is about to change. Things happened here on Spoon Mountain Farm. There have been high points and low points.

On the upside, I’ve hosted some really terrific Wwoofers. If you don’t know what that is It stands for World Wide Opportunities for Organic Farmers. You don’t have to be certified organic to be a hosting member but you need to share the spirit. For example I have never added any nutrients to the soil here except product (poo) from my various animals as fertilizer. I’ve never used any insecticide either. My farm is not a highly commercial venture. It’s a learning and sharing alternative forest micro farm. I’ve also shared my space by renting a tiny primitive but sweetly appointed cabin via Airbnb. Tiny Cabin on a Forest Farm, if you’d like to check that out. Additionally, the silver lining of the consequence of one of the downside entries below is I have been doing a load of artwork and that is making me so happy! I’ve started and art card business among other things. Months of watching the Great British Baking Show has motivated me to try lots of new things and to just recently offer fresh baked home baked goods, using farm fresh eggs and the very best ingredients I can find to add to fresh baked biscotti and fancy quick breads and other tasty things.

On the downside, Covid put the skids under a lot of my anticipated selling venues as well as classes Id hoped to offer here.A year ago this past April I had the silly misfortune to let a ladder slip out from under me and I landed about four feet below the rung I left behind and landed flat on my back. Well every thing worked just fine until a couple days later when there wasn’t a lot of improvement. Long story short, I compressed fractured two vertebrae. That sounds softer than I gosh, I just happened to break my back. But on the upside and i am forever grateful, it didn’t cause me pain and hasn’t had any lasting effects in a physical sort of way. The bad news was I needed to where this brace that would not allow me to bend, or twist or turn four 4 months and that presented a lot of challenges considering I live alone and their were animals to feed and things that needed to be lifted and carried. I had a ten pound limit, so I made many trips because walking was fine. However, this taught me to be more cautious and careful, leading to the decision to re-home my alpaca. As much as l loved their furry little faces and caring for them, hauling that grain and water buckets over rough terrain the following winter was a situation even I could see would be of no benefit to my future self. I miss that element of my life but the time exchange to do other things has been great. For example, Im focusing much more on growing perennial and flowers as well as veggies for the farm and to share.

Next up is to create a gallery page and a PayPal pay button. That’s and tomorrow s task and Ill tell you all about it.

Waiting for warm weather

A story about wood and warmth.
I’m heating primarily with wood. It’s been a year where I’ve been going through a lot of it. My friends and neighbors who use wood tell me I’m not alone in this. My wood is delivered by the truckload. Typically it’s a regular size dump truck. The men who bring wood around these parts count on me and other folks for their livelihood.
I have done enough of my own hauling of wood and splitting it to know their work is beyond hard and demanding, and possibly dangerous. I admire them greatly and I depend on them, because, while I’m living on a mountain on property mostly covered with forest, bringing down trees is not and never will be in my skillset. My capabilities bottom out at hauling fallen deadwood of a max of 2-3” diameter and sawing it into lengths with my trusty Stanley Fat Max hand saw. I know I could get a little chain saw, but they can buck and I live out here alone. We have volunteer rescue, the nearby hospital recently closed and there’s that. All in all, I’m erring on the side of caution concerning a chain saw. I wish to spare my loved ones the news their mom and granny bled out and was eventually found in who knows what condition given the amount of scavenging wildlife and Turkey vultures in these parts.

There’s a skill to setting a good fire in a wood stove. It takes forethought and planning . Weather watching is an important part of this planning because, obviously, wet wood doesn’t want to burn. If you must use dampish wood, you’ll be forever tending it to get up a fire hot enough to be of any value on a really cold night.
It takes more than those nice dry hardwood split logs that I have delivered to have a fire. There’s need for tinder and kindling and smaller, maybe softer wood lengths of not much diameter. You can use some poplar or pine for this but poplar burns fast and doesn’t give much heat . The burning of pine is not recommended except to use in small pieces to stat a fire. Too much pine and you’ll get a build up of residue in your stovepipe and chimney that could start a fire. If your stove is drawing smoke really well and giving a good hot burn, you probably haven’t too much to worry about in terms of chimney fires. It is, however, good to have your chimney and stove pipe checked and cleaned every season . You might skip one year, but I wouldn’t let it go past two.

Hunting, gathering, spilling, hauling and burning wood is one of those learn by doing life skills I’d never have imagined mastering ten years ago. Now, it’s just part of my lifestyle. I get some pretty good exercise In these winter months.

It’s lovely to sit in the evening and watch the flames dancing through the stove window, dogs stretched out. on the floor, maybe with a cup of tea or glass of wine, knitting, listening to an audiobook or binge watching a British TV series. That’s what winter evenings are all about, taking it easy, after the hard work is done.

I Saw Some Geese Yesterday in a Chevron Flight

How it has come to be the beginning of the last third of August is just beyond my understanding. Seems as if I was getting garden beds ready just a little bit ago and now they are coming into full fruit. I have a late season here being in the forest and on the mountain, or actually the ridge with an elevation 2981 or close to that.

I  just came in from making turning large wood into smaller pieces and looking at what there is to be done. I am already feeling  behind in my winter wood procurement. But winter is coming and one day some loving or kind soul will come along and take care of the bigger logs for me and I will appreciate it so.

While I was doing this, realized the forest was creeping closer to the house. Oh yes. Forests will do this. They want to take back to themselves that which we borrow. We need to remember it’s a loan. Never the less, I realized a week or so ago that I had a considerably shorter view into the tall trees behind the house. Summer with it’s many rainy days has helped the little  maples, black locust and assorted other greenery come along and take  back about thirty feet in some places. Many of the new young trees are much too close to grow to maturity. They are already crowding one another out, hungry for the sunshine at the edge of the cleared lot. I took a lot of them down with sturdy pruning shears and carried them off to the goat pen. Nothing is wasted if you watch and harvest it at the right time. The goats think the leaves are a wonderful treat. They will leave the branches and in a few days I will clear the pen and take those back for kindling.

I love my chores. Well, I love that there is great variety in what I need to get done. Recently it has been about watching what is ripening and figuring out the best way to use what is coming along. Shall I can, dry or freeze the wonderful fresh things my gardens are providing? It will be a long time before the yield here will be  totally sustaining. This is the third year and I am learning. I buy produce from the farmer’s market too. I am never sure what, of the many things I plant will actually be the vegetables to thrive. I thought I planted many varieties of squash but there was never a single zucchini in sight. I have an abundance of patty pans. Those are the little round space ship shaped  squashes.  I have learned to love them and to dry and freeze and take to the market. If I am lucky, I may get a pumpkin or maybe two and if I do they will be my treasures. It looks as if I will get a lot of potatoes pretty soon. Maybe a green pepper or two and three or four egg plants. It has been a wonderful summer for beets and I love every part of beets. The greens and stems have their place on the plate as well as the gorgeous root. I see pickled beets and dried beet chips  long into the winter months ahead and sauerkraut made fresh from the local mountain cabbage grown by a farmer whose  makes this his specialty.

My strawberries gave me enough to make some preserves and I picked enough blackberries before I noticed the bear scat to put by few jars of jam. I bought a box of peaches because I could not resist their beauty. From my twenty five pound box I shared several for simple eating pleasure, froze a big bag for later on, made a cobbler, and processed  seven half pints, and one full pint of preserves that also yielded a pint of syrup with the best peach flavor,  just perfect for a liqueur. DSCN0037

Fiber from the alpaca and the Angora goats has been sent off to be processed and will come back in the middle of October, just in time for cool weather projects and for holiday gift giving. I should have a nice amount to offer for sale. It is always so exciting when the box  comes back from the fiber mill! So many people at the market asked me if I spin, I have begun to learn to use a drop spindle just so I can say yes. I am creating about forty yards each time I use it as that seems to be the amount the spindle can hold. My product is a very irregular homespun. I will dye it and use it to accent hats and scarves.

The silk scarves classes I have been teaching here and at other venues have been popular.  I have to comment here that photos really don’t do them justice. I think silk has to be worn and seen moving to truly show itself off to best advantage Each scarf is 100% china silk  with a hand rolled hem. Each is hand painted making it a unique piece or wearable art. I am looking forward to filling an order for a wedding party. These will make such wonderful accent pieces for the bridesmaids as well as a lasting keepsake of the special day. Don’t you think so?

I hope, I always hope, to get back with updates much sooner that I usually do. So until next time, love life.

Roger and the girls

Roger and the girls

I have to say Roger and these ladies bring me a lot of pleasure.

I enjoy watching them out on their daily forages out an about the property. Generally I let them out after the girls are finished with their laying activities so they will be less likely to start a nest in some place that is difficult to find or reach once discovered. This happened once.I found about eighteen eggs under a thicket of brambles. These went scrambled to the dogs as a nice treat over the course of a few days since I had no idea how long those eggs may have been out in the woods. It turned ot they were fine and the dogs were pleased to have them.
That was before Roger joined the flock. He’s a gentle fellow and I think very handsome. He was a much appreciated gift from a neighbor who had another rooster who treated Roger unkindly, it seems.
I have seven laying hens and get on average five or six eggs a day while the sun is high this time of year.
Every once in a while there will be a three or four egg day and occasionally a even egg day.
I let them out in the afternoon and later on, at dusk, they take themselves back home to the coop. While free ranging, they go about their chicken business of scratching in the compost created by the goats and alpaca. They enjoy taking dust bathes in a couple of locations they have collectively selected for that activity. They treat themselves to cool drinks where there is a pot that captures runoff from the outside spicket. On hot days, they like to lounge under a shed that is up on blocks allowing for the storage of left over wood waiting for future projects.
They have their own chicken language of contentment, irritation, alarm and alert. As they preen and nestle under the shed or in their dust bowl, they murmur, cluck and chirp quietly. They can be mean or kind to one another while they definitely have a pecking order, they also develop alliances. I have to say, watching a flock of chickens can be a fascinating way to spend a little time.

Just at the End of May

It has been awhile since I added a new entry to my blog. I keep promising to be more consistent. Here’s a story from the beginning of May It is about two bunnies I had the privilege to rescue.
A lady found out that a bunny was sheltering under her son’s house last fall. All winter long the bunny stayed under the house. Finally the weather got warmer and the son and his mother were able to see the bunny and realized they needed to capture it and find it a new home. They called what they thought was animal rescue only to find that the folks who came to get the bunny took it to the pound. This terrified the lady! She had not rescued the bunny to have it put down. So she quickly put the call out via friends and face book friends and then went down to the pound to get the bunny off death row. she did this by adopting it and hoping a permanent new home would turn up.

I have had Angora rabbits in the past, and being a farm with a focus on producing fiber and keeping fiber producing animals, it seemed I could find a way to help the lady and the bunny. Doors opened and there were good signs that this was meant to be. A friend offered me a cage that with just a little retrofitting turned into a perfect bunny home. So, I made a plan to meet the lady and the rabbit and bring it back here to the farm. Guess what? It turned out that there had been another bunny discovered under the house. They were buddies apparently because they were both Angoras. And yes, I took that one as well.

Now for folks who do not know very much about Angora rabbits, they are the producers of this delightfully soft fiber. If angels had hair and you could touch it, it might feel like Angora Rabbit hair. It is whisper soft and fine. It is extremely warm and durable. I have an angora sweater I have owned for twenty five years and I still wear it on occasions. It is an elegant and very expensive fiber and garments made with it are to treasure. There is a reason for this. The fiber needs to be harvested from the living animal either by combing weekly or in some cases by shearing twice a year, maybe once. This depends on the breed of the rabbit. I want to keep with my story so I won’t get too far into the harvesting of the fiber here.

Let us just say that this grooming  is extremely important to the rabbits well being . Rabbits like this have been bred to produce fiber and to be dependent on people.  One does not find them hopping around in meadows or forests. This is why it is so rare to find them under a house and surviving all winter long on their own. The lady knew if the rabbits were not cared for they would die in the oncoming warmer weather because it had been months since they had been care for and they would succumb to heat exhaustion if not relieved of their coats..

When I first met them, they appeared to be blocks of matted fiber that reminded me of very stale marshmallows. It was hard to figure out where the bunny started and the matted fur ended. It was an extremely painstaking process for us both, bunny and me to begin to free up and find limbs. After about four hours at the first sitting, I managed to find feet and legs and get them loose so the little thing could hop and move without restriction.

Happily, for many reasons, my daughter was finishing up a class at Penland School of Crafts in North Carolina at the beginning of the month and she came for a visit. She was able to help me with the grooming of both bunnies. We managed to get all the mats off them. In the end we had piles of matted hair twice the size of the actual bunny In some places we used manicure type scissors and went little quarter inch snips at a time. In the end all went well and it was certainly worth it to be able to see them able to hop around, explore part of the house and enjoy a little freedom. They are really nice animals. they are curious and animated and seem happy and are now a part of the fiber bearing assortment of animals here on the farm.

Angora rabbits can be house broken and are usually friendly. They need to be groomed regularly and have their nails trimmed. They also need some soft wood to chew on and good food and some hay for roughage and fresh water daily. Bunnies live for quite awhile. They should never be considered a casual pet for a child unless he or she is very interested in the breed, fiber production or the breeding of Angora rabbits as well as a long and lasting relationship caring for an animal.

Spring Will Soon Be Here!

Up on the mountain, you would be hard pressed to believe that these days! We are just coming off three days of being iced in complete with power outages and frozen fog! It was a tough winter, with cold temperatures and significant snow events. But all this moisture is bound to be good for the gardens.

In the Vegetable department, some parsley and spinach have been started inside. We are focusing on producing more herbs this season using  many varieties of garden plotting. So far there are row beds, terraced beds and square foot raised beds. This season we are going vertically to see what sort of yield we can get with veggies that tend to vine.. There are also plans for a pumpkin patch to be placed in a sunny spot far from the other gardens so there will be lots of space for the plants to ramble. Looking ahead there are plans for fresh sprouts and shiitake mushrooms as additional crops. As a micro farm using organic gardening principles in a forest setting we are constantly experimenting with the permaculture the property offers.

The goats and alpaca have made it through the snow and ice with fine fleeces. They will soon be sheared and the fleeces will be skirted, and then sent off to small fiber mills. A few weeks waiting will be well worth the time spent in anticipation when it all comes back as beautiful soft yarn. This year we sold shares so interested knitters could reserve their 250 yard skeins in advance. Thank you folks! It feels as if we are all working together to bring this batch of fiber back in the form of elegant and luxurious sport weight yarn.

Creative arts classes continued to be offered here at the Farm. Spoon Mountain Farm is the home of an active creative arts studio. We have offered classes in fiber felting, fiber dying  and silk scarf painting. These classes are offered periodically on a rotating schedule. Additionally we have offered classes in producing all natural bath and body products using herbs, salts and beneficial oils. More classes are scheduled in native plant identification and botanical drawing this spring. They can be found advertised locally as well as on Facebook on Spoon Mountain Farm’s page. Please go visit and like the farm page!



With My Head in the Clouds

ImageThe fog is creeping in and around the tall Yellow Poplars out back with the same stealth approach as the cat coming down the path from the barn.. It’s an inside day. The forest is fading away in a cloud. Lately nature has been doing a little two step dance of sorts around here. There’s been a day for hard and heavy outside chores followed by a day that gives permission to stay in and do comforting things. Things such as bake and sort through drawers to find the missing put asides and get around to it later bits and pieces of living. Today is that sort of day. Daylight is diffused through the mist but not so much for the need to use lights.This pleases me. I don’t like artificial light during the day. It seems irksome and redundant. So this is a day to wander around with my head in the clouds. I’m surrendering to it and taking my cues from my surroundings. There are still the outside chicken and goat and alpaca chores that will take me out to do the rounds a little later. I’m going to pick up some lichen and twigs and things to bring in and use for subjects in a drawing that has been wandering through my thoughts. It’s blessedly peaceful here today and if I had something to say or someone to talk to I think I feel inclined to whisper..