


So, it's totes snowing, which I find outrageous. It's weird being at the intersection of all these valleys ... crazyass weather comes and goes at all times. This morning it was cold but not too bad, so Devin starting seeding parsnips. Halfway through the first row it started snowing, so we had to go on to something else. We started marking out more beds in the new field (some in the greens section for the lettuce transplants when they're ready, some in the roots section for seeding beets), and halfway through that it was sunny and getting warm again. You end up looking around at all the green grass and flowers and stuff growing, then if you look up just a bit, there are these very close epic mountains with fresh snow all over them. It makes for a bit of a schizophrenic landscape, but it's really beautiful.
The chicks are still sort of struggling, but I think they're starting to get a bit better. They got chilled in transit, so although we've been keeping them uber warm and giving them everything their tiny hearts could desire (chicken gatorade, both food and gravel to eat ... all the amenities, y'know), there have been a lot more deaths than is usual. I feel bad for the poor little guys, but they seem to be rallying now, and they're growing really quickly. You can see from the photo above of a few of the huddled masses that they're looking a little patchy and messy still, but I think that the attention is starting to make a difference. Judi tells us they're usually a lot more adorable and a lot less covered in gunk, but I think they're pretty okay as is.
I've been getting the shop all set up the last couple of days, which is really exciting. I have my work benches done, my new dovetail jig is here (!!!!!), and I've been changing the blades on the planer, organizing all my crap, and generally getting ready to start making rad shit. The next day or so will probably be spent working in the field and getting some hoop houses ready for the more delicate plants, but after that I'm ready to go on the side tables.
It seems crazy to me that we only got here just over three weeks ago. It feels like ages, maybe because we've been working a lot every day and the weekends and days of the month have become sort of meaningless, or maybe because we spend the majority of our time on the farm and the outside world tends to recede back. Whatever the reason, it's a bit of a dislocating feeling, but not in a bad way. I'm really really happy here, and even all the gardening stuff is really starting to come together and make sense to me, which is cool, as at first people would bust out all this gardening lingo and I would stare at them in incomprehension and start zoning immediately. I've obviously got a ridiculous amount still to learn, but it's starting to make sense and click into place, which is rad.















