Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Try plugging it in and the mighty Hudson decides to get angry.

I couldn't help but notice driving down the road to work that the river was getting pretty swollen but I figured the rain had stopped and hopefully the snow in the higher passes was either melted or will melt imagine my chagrin when I was driving home from Washington County after stalking various towns and houses looking for home to see the river was VERY high. My stomach immediately started to knot upon seeing houses almost a story under water right on the river and yards shrinking every where else. It put an end to a pleasant journey home from work traveling the wrong way to home but still searching for a place to call my own through cambridge, easton and finally at stop at the grocery store in greenwich to get the weeks groceries.

As I drove down my road I see two side roads/driveways that are FEET under water FEET not inches FEET! I drive by the little fishing cabin about a 1/4 mile down the road and its a good 3 feet in the water. At this point my stomach starts to flip and I am gripping the wheel saying to myself here we go again just 3 years ago this happen and it scared the shit out of me I thought it was a one off but maybe with climate change this is just a sign of the times.....The farmers corn field looks like a pond I start to panic pull in the driveway the chickens are calm and just want their daily ration of scratch I give it to them forgetting the groceries. I remember to grab the groceries rush into the house look into the basement to see water not a ton but not good I rush out the side door see no water coming out of the tube from the sump pump.....Run in yelling at Tommy to get up and fix the pump and apparently he doesn't even notice its flooding apparently hes too depressed to look out the window I try not to scream that that is one of the benefits of you being home just fix it.....So he finally emerges from the confines of the couch goes down to the basement and says I don't know its broke. I put a call into Keith the heating dude as I call him  panicking and he says he will either be out in the morning or send a guy out. I go outside with booker and put a marker in the backyard where the water has risen to so I know if its getting better or worse go back inside and figure might as well make dinner. The nice guy shows up to help and guess what people guess what was wrong with the sump pump? It WASNT PLUGGED IN! OMG seriously not plugged in and we couldn't figure that one out?
corn field not a pond

Oh well so crisis averted just a little embarrassed at least I am not a guy nobody expects even now a days for a girl to understand anything. Sad but true. I swear when we find our next home I am hiring someone to show me where things are how they work and hopefully how to fix them. This is ridiculous! So wish us luck looks like the river is receding. Fingers crossed. In good farm news the garlic has sprouted and the water didn't reach them.
back yard again not actually a pond

yep still a yard and not a pond

Happy spring everyone and always remember your plans and schedules mean nothing to mother nature. She doesn't care if you should have already planted the peas she just doesn't care. Don't blame her really what are the cares of mortals to her?
hard to see but there is garlic growing! a success well so far!

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Fist fulls of dirt and forever land.

Well it looks like the weather has FINALLY broken the breeze was actually warm today if a little brisk for my liking oh what I am kidding damn near blustery out but its okay I will take it. Went out tonight to look at ground took a couple of fistfuls of dirt to see how wet it is. Always feel like Scarlet O'Hara when I do that. I know that most people of my generation who have a yen to farm blame little house on the prairie but for me its Gone with the Wind yep Scarlet throwing up her radish or carrot or whatever it was starving to death and clutching that fistful of dirt while remembering her fathers words about the value of land. Now that's what stirs my blood not that Little House doesn't who doesn't want to be half pint? How did I get off on this rant oh yeah my hands in the dirt finally man it felt like the snow would never leave us (not that it might not show up again lets be real) but for now it seems that spring is actually here and I am ready to farm.

Okay I am kind of ready to farm as usual am I behind on somethings and ahead on others. This whole maybe we are moving thing has really thrown me for a loop its so hard to start seeds when you don't know where you or them will end up. I have finally made the decision that moving wont happen right now we can do it in the fall so just settle down start your seeds and get your hands in the dirt. But the problem is that when I farm dirt its serious its a serious relationship and its hard to know that this could be the last time I farm this little plot of land my mini farm in my backyard. Makes me tear up just to write this. I know I am being over emotional over dramatic over thinking etc etc etc but still when I get my hands in the dirt its serious nothing I take lightly that's for damn sure. So its with mixed feelings I start the season but I don't want to take a season off I am too old with too much to learn and I don't dare miss a year. Hell I cant miss learning from all the mistakes I don't even know I am making yet.

On the search for home front we have narrowed it down after many hours of driving around up and down and all around to probably around Ballston Spa general area or Cambridge/Greenwich/Easton area both areas have nice small towns with interesting characters and maybe I will fit in and find some community in one of them. There are some great farms out there all ready had my heart broken a few times but its early days yet and our house isn't ready to be shown yet so hopefully this fall we will find our dream place and it wont hurt so much to move. Hard to leave the Hudson behind but I guess I can always come visit. Funny I am the emotional one and my husband just wants to move and he didn't have second thoughts until I said well we wont be able to go to the Old Fort Dinner in Fort Edward and a wave of doubt crossed his face and I said don't worry again we can always visit.