First off, my egg refrigerator died and I wound up pickling about 4 dozen eggs and tossing another 20 dozen eggs into the compost before taking advantage of an appliance sale at Sears to buy a new energy efficient refrigerator that I promptly set up in the garage. I was so happy that I was one step closer to getting an egg license so I could sell my eggs at the farmers market. Then I heard a story about another vendor at the market who was trying to work with the state food gestapo to be able to sell her eggs at the farmers market and who was told she could not have her egg storage refrigerator in her garage. Supposedly she moved the refrigerator and had to scrub the new location area at least five times before the inspector was satisfied, and then for some unknown reason (excuse?), the woman still wasn't able (at least at the time I heard this story) to obtain the required state license that would allow her to sell her eggs at the farmers market. As I haven't been able to attend the market yet this year and I don't know the woman's name to be able to contact her, I don't know if she ever got her license. When I finally make it to the market I'll try to find her and get the whole story from her directly. My blood boils when I hear this kind of garbage. Anyway, it looks like I will just sell my eggs directly from the farm.
|New egg refrigerator|
I had to first dig up my blackberries and put them in pots, and take down the blackberry trellis. You may be able to see the first box frame in the center distance of this picture. The ground slopes downhill from that point to the back end of the west marsh, and I had to cut back the thick brush you see. I was very careful cutting down that brush because the area is very close to where Mr. Badger's house is and I don't want to irritate him, if he is still there. (It's been a while since I've seen him.) I was able to put one more box frame next to the one you see before the ground started sloping too dramatically, and I put the third box frame next to the greenhouse. I covered the interiors of the frames with old newspapers and magazines, then covered those with chicken bedding from the pile I made when I last shoveled out the chicken coop. Now I have to sift soil from my "dirt hole" and fill the boxes to the top before planting in them. Tom wants to buy some blueberry bushes next year, so we will put them in the box next to the greenhouse where they are sure to get lots of sun. I am not looking forward to sifting that dirt because the dirt hole is getting pretty deep and it will take a lot of up-and-down on a ladder. The water table should be about 15' down and when I finally hit water I will line the hole with bricks and wire shelves to make a spring house. Guess I'll have to start a new dirt hole then! Anyway, I have enough lumber left over to build the passive solar window heater for the chicken coop that I've been wanting and the roof braces we need for the greenhouse so it doesn't collapse from snow load in the winter. I may even have enough wood to cobble together a small solar dehydrator.
Next, we ordered 11 cords of wood from a logger. We figure the wood should last us about three years. (Tom LOVES dry firewood.)
Then, the engine in Dad's big wood splitter died and is being repaired, so my sister and her husband and Tom and I each bought wood splitters. When Dad's splitter is fixed we should have plenty of back up tools for making firewood -- very serious business when you live this far north.
The summer saga continues in the next post, but before I leave you, here is a little "something for Cousin It who recently visited Area 51 during her vacation: