
Oh, hey there. I know it doesn’t look like it, but farming makes me really happy. Remember that game substitute teachers would play with the class in elementary school to kill time, where they’d hold up a jar of beans and be like “Now, lets everyone guess how many beans are in this here jar, and whoever gets the closest without going over gets a prize!”? (The prize was usually the candy that the last “winner” rejected out of the drawer, or a crappy gold star next to your name on the chalkboard that could be peeled off just as quickly.) Well, I was always horrible at the game, and yet found it somehow insulting to my intelligence at the same time. I’d always guess something like 150 beans maximum, but it would turn out be some suspicious and unlikely number such as 5000. Well, here I am an “adult,” and I’m still dumbfounded by the phenomenon of how many objects can fit in a certain space – for instance, how many rocks would you think could fit in one 2 foot deep by 1 foot-round fence post hole, like this one here?

The answer IS……………………………………………………………………………………….
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*Unusually large hammer included for perspective only.
BAM! Way more than you ever thought physically possible!!! Ok, now multiply that by 80 or so fence post holes, some pretty heavy clay soil at about the 1′ mark down, and biting flies, and you’ll understand why I haven’t posted in a few weeks. My arms, they’re just too damn tired to lift to the keyboard.
But it hasn’t been all just “Man Vs. The 1200 Foot-Long Fence” around the farm lately…nope, it ain’t all bad news. I quit bar tending in what I hope to be my final move towards a life bereft of the need to be nice to people who I in fact hate. Well, not hate; but certainly don’t understand and don’t desire to babysit while they’re drunk. Oh, and I harvested some things this week, including some beautiful heads of garlic -

- as well as shallots, a few little artichokes and some arugula. The potato plants are about 4 feet tall now and starting to flower, and I have inter-planted lettuce and bok choi between rows of summer squash plants, in an attempt to use as much of the little space I have to work with this season as possible. My beans are a’climbing the trellis and acting like they want to flower real soon, and the carrots are grudgingly poking down into the ground trying to hide from the ranch dip that awaits them in schools across America. All in all, not bad for a retired bar tender.

Beans on the trellis with lettuce and bok choi in the background.
So as it turns out, this season will be much less about the food I grow than getting all the infrastructure in right the first time, which has been a series of trials and errors from the start. My stepfather and I put together a “spinning jenny” to pay out the wire we’re using for the fence, which I promptly used the full weight of to smash my previously injured finger. Now hurting myself is just sort of funny, and gives me more excuses to drink beer after work.

That is 100 pounds of wire right there, mister.

All three Jenny's linked up real ingenious like.

Ouch. Again.
Ok. Soon I promise to have more photos of the actual farm and of the food I’m growing. I’ll leave you with what a happy farmer actually looks like:
