New Garden Planting Date

Ok garden crew -Due to events beyond control, we are scheduling a new planting day.  I actually caught Darrel out weeding in prep!!  Of course he believes in power tools and tractors for all jobs – I’ll let you use your imagination…

Planting date:   May 17th Wednesday

Hope to see some of you there.  I know it’s a weekday, but weekends are booked, so I’m really sorry about that.

Take care all and hope you’ve enjoyed some of this sunshine.  I know our bees have!

Suzannamaria and Dario

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Alert: Planting Day Reschedule

Hey there Co-op Members

We have a bit of a family situation that has come up.  Due to a fire in Bud’s (her dad) garage last evening, Suzanne will be in Lebanon though this weekend helping with insurance, birds, and Bud.  Fortunately, Bud is just fine (very grumpy, but fine) but he has no water, electricity or heat, and the house has some smoke damage.  The family seems to be rallying well to get Bud through all of this.
As for our Planting Day, it does present a problem or two.  Due to the very wet spring, we have not been able to get any prep work done and the ground is not quite ready for rototilling.  I’ve also got some barn prep (doors coming Monday) and two very large piles of rock I have to get distributed around because doors are coming Monday.  I think this is the first time we’ve ever had to reschedule a work day but Suzanne and I have discussed it at length and think it is best.  Stay tuned to these email posts and/or collinadimela.com for a new date.
Dario
Garden, Planting

Fun times watching the garden not dry out.

Greetings fellow garden enthusiasts!

This Saturday we are adjusting the gardening plans due to inclement weather.  Darrel and I will be outside working during the morning hours if it’s not pouring down rain.  The work we can do is more organization, weed removal, and gentle moving of the earth.  We would still love your help, but I’m afraid planting anything will be quite limited.  This year the majority of planting needs to be delaying until the earth warms up and dries up a bit.  Stay posted for those dates.  Meanwhile, I’ll pick up the plants and store them in the geenhouse.

Mother Nature is teaching us patience!

Suzannamaria

Garden, Planting

Planting Day Plans

Hello Co-op members and those who are considering!

It has been a long, rainy, drizzly, cloudy, mushy winter and early spring.  How the earth will dry out in time for May, well only time will tell.  We are going to work on earth prep and plant what we can on May 6.  I will buy all the seeds and plants, and have them ready for your depositing into our collective earth.   We may need to hold the tomato plants, eggplants and peppers hostage in the green house for a bit – I don’t think the earth will be warm enough.  I’ll commit to watering and not killing the green house plantings.  We’ll schedule another planting day to follow up as needed.

Bring you mucklucks (boots), shovels, hoes, and whatever tools/clothes you prefer to scrape some weeds and dig up the dirt.  We will get the thing planted!

If you have something unique and unusual you’d like to plant, bring it along.  We’ll find a spot.

Oh, the bees are settling in nicely, and flying out of the hives when the sun peeks out.  We saw both queens when we installed the nucs last Saturday!  They are dotted with yellow paint, so our new beekeeper eyes were able to spot them!

Pot Luck  Lunch of course.

Also – if I missed someone, please let me know.  I think I’m missing a couple of email addresses.

Happy Easter weekend!
Suzannamaria and Dario

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Snow Flakes and Moth Traps

Hello all co-op enthusiasts!

We have 5 inches of snow up here today, right now.  Just thought I’d share that!

Also, for those of you itching to do a little more garden and orchard prep, I’m throwing March 18 out there as a day to help mix and hang moth traps in the trees (think bananas, vinegar and a lot of molasses), scratch at the raised beds a bit, and poke in some seeds.  If the day is somewhat dry, we may also prune back the marionberries, which need it desperately.   I will cancel if there is snow.  Good grief!

Darrel and I will be working at the projects off and on that day – very casual type of arrangement.  You are welcome to join us if you have a bit of time!

Carla – broken arms get you out of all work. J

Suzannamaria

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An Emotional Extortion Exercise

“So are you celebrating Valentine’s Day or are you not a believer?” asked Naomi with a somewhat smirky smile.  I sat down on the bench and smirked back “You mean emotional extortion day?”  Naomi laughed as she slid a weight onto the end of the barbell.  

“So you’re not a believer then!”  she said as the weight clanked into position…

“No I suppose I’m not… mostly because it’s silly to single out a day just to sell cards and flowers”

“So you are a romantic – I knew it!” Naomi quipped.

“Yea, I can do romantic but Valentine’s Day seems superfluous”  I grabbed the barbell and lowered the weight down to my chest.

Naomi walked around the barbell; “Well, I’ve never gotten a romantic Valentine card… I mean, I have gotten cards and flowers before” she said as she moved in to spot me.  Grimacing I started to press the weight up.  “…it’s just that they were from weirdos”

Suddenly, I lost my concentration and started laughing about the weirdos; entirely at Naomi’s expense I might add.  The barbell instantly came back down on my buckling arms, impacting my chest abruptly; knocking most of the wind out of my har de har har.  I laid there spitting up muffled little chucklets of laughter, while my eyes bugged out; the veins in my neck were popping out hard enough to bounce a quarter off. Naomi quickly grabbed the barbell and helped me get it back up on the rack; she too was laughing and she quickly apologized for not spotting me close enough.

“No, I’m sorry for laughing but you’re young; you’ve got time to find a guy who will treat you right… and he won’t need a silly holiday for the hint.  He’ll do it because he wants to.” I grunted as I attempted to lift the weights back down to my chest again.  She kept her hands on the barbell as a precaution and then asked…

“So how long have you and your wife been married?”

Again, Naomi’s timing was perfect; catching me midway in my bench press… “Comon, you should know this” she smirked… I put the weight on the rack and asked “What year is this?”.  A very shallow and obvious attempt at stalling… she snipped “You seem to have lost count of your reps too cuz you’re not done yet”.  I pretended not to notice her comment and continued… “2017, would beee coming up on… 38 years”

Naomi’s eyes got wider… “Really? How old were you when you met?”

“Umm, Suzanne was 15 and I had just turned 17.”

“That’s just incredible” she said.  

She motioned for me to continue my bench press as I asked “You mean to tell me you haven’t had a nice young man give you flowers?”  

“Well my last boyfriend gave me a card the first year we were together but he stopped doing that kind of thing after a while.”

I continued to do my reps as I grunted advice; it wasn’t pretty and I should have known better but I kept on blabbing… “That’s the thing right there Naomie.. [Ughhh].  We should do these things because we want to.  [Ughhh], Not because we think we have to; [Ughh] especially because it’s some commercialized date”  

Now I was barely able to press the weight; I realized my arms were shaking like a California quake… “Wait, how many reps have I done?”

“You passed 10 of them a little bit ago”

“Why didn’t you stop me?” I protested, as I slid the weights back onto the rack.

Naomie smiled… “You seemed like you were doing it because you wanted too”

She chuckled a bit and then, turned and started walking… “Follow me.  We’re going to do some core”  She lead me over to the mats and grabbed a small medicine ball for me to do stomach crunches as I tossed the ball to her and she tossed it back.

As the ball knocked me backwards into the mat she asked “So what are you going to do today since you’re all emotionally extorted and stuff?”

I grimaced as I sat up and tossed the ball back to her… “I don’t know – probably get some flowers and take my wife to dinner”

“You are a romantic”

“I’m not stupid either” I said as I tossed the ball a bit briskly back to her.

She caught it and the gave me a look as she announced…  “Alright, screw the ball”

Suddenly I was faced with a dilemma.  I could have just replied “Ok” and then got up and listened to what’s next quietly.  That’s not what I did.  Before I knew it I replied wistfully… “Well I don’t know what to say.”

Now my timing was perfect.  Naomie, was on the floor in a planking position, about to demonstrate a perfectly good planking torture for me to try.   I said “I can’t remember the last time a nice young lady has suggested something like that to me on Valentine’s Day”.  Suddenly she was trying not to laugh, but her arms gave out and the laughter came; and she turned beet red in the process.

“I’m sorry” I said, as she laughed face first into the carpet.  

Naomie’s answer was muffled… “You’re fine, you’re good… I just need a moment”.  

Naomie made me do so many of those one handed, one legged, planking things (I’m sure there is some evil spell required to actually do them right) that I could hardly hold on to the flowers at the check stand that evening.

db

 

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Happy 2017 from the Co-op

Hello friends and family of the Boyd Orchard & Garden Co-Op!

I can’t believe it’s nearing time to open up the orchard and garden already!  If you’d like to join our community again this year, our first work day is FEBRUARY 11, Saturday.  We will be pruning all the trees to prep for spring.  It needs to be done rain or shine, so we’ll be out there with our pruners and loppers, boots and rain coats!  Bring your own if you can; I do have a very limited supply of pruners to share.  I will have a crock pot full of something hot at lunch.  It will be a pot luck style shared meal, so bring what sounds good to you!  Our work will being at 9am and ending at 4pm.   Welcome All!

Send us an RSVP if you find a minute; it would be nice to have a head count to begin the year.  Recruitment is on!

Still charging $25 for the season, plus one work day for all the harvest you can carry away.  This is a Co-op with open arms and bridges policy.

Our future dates:  Planting Day will be May 6, and then weeding/gardening days will be June 17, July 8, August 12 and harvesting all over and in between. September into October is heavy harvest of orchard.

All our best wishes for this coming spring and summer; this will be a place to share, contemplate and enjoy working in the dirt and trees,  and celebrating with good food.

We will have 2 new bee colonies as well; as new beekeepers we learned much and look forward to understanding the bees a bit better through 2017.

See you in the trees,

Suzannamaria & Dario

 

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The Countdown to Wetter Abs.

There ought to be a law or something; for construction sites, whether they are commercial warehouses, track homes or just plain traffic light repairs. A law specifically prohibiting the stopping of traffic on notoriously busy thoroughfares during “rush hour” traffic. What should have been a 20-minute drive was in serious trouble when I realized 30 minutes had already gone by. I was not quite halfway to the gym, where my trainer was about to get paid for surfing on her smartphone. Oh, I’m sure Naomi would have been a little put out, considering I was the reason she had to get up and be at work by 7am only to find she had no one to torture for her efforts.

I inched my car forward a few feet, beeped the horn and put in a call to the gym.

“Hey you!” she said with the distinct undertone of “Where the hell are you?”… “I’m in traffic, still barely out of Sherwood… I don’t think I’ll make it by seven”… After going through a few rescheduling options which wouldn’t work for me, she asked… “Well, how long do you think you’ll be?” I moved the car forward a few more feet and stopped… again. “Well considering I should have gotten there early but now I’m gonna be late, I would have to say I have no reliable math equation for that question”… Naomi was not impressed as I was by that answer. “Just do the best you can and when you get here, we’ll see what we can do.” she quipped… “Ok, bye!” I chirped as my car lurched a few more feet.

When I finally arrived at the gym I was 10 minutes late, and still needed to get changed. I rushed so quickly to get my workout clothes on that I missed a very important detail I had already missed earlier that morning… more on that later. As I hobbled out of the locker room my old friend Tony appeared and proclaimed “Odb, what’s happening?” I had no time to chat like normal so I kept moving as I shouted, “Oh man, I’m late”. I could hear Tony’s laughter fading as I turned the corner and made my way to the gym. By this time I was now 15 minutes late; more than half my session time was gone.

So we rushed out to the floor and Naomi started running me through exercise routines I was already familiar with; thus cutting down the amount of time she would spend demonstrating exercises I didn’t know already. We focused on my core with things like weights, planking and the, oh so much fun, “Superman”. While I was on the floor doing a series of stomach crunches she said we’re doing the 5-minute core program; I started laughing. “What’s so funny?” asked Naomi. “I was just thinking about a joke I saw in a movie about 8-minute abs,” I said, grunting as I rushed through another crunch. “8-minute what?” she asked. “8-minute abs… you know, in the movie?… Something about Mary?” – “oh yea” she chirped, “I think I saw that when I was a little girl”… I stopped my crunches for a second and looked at her in utter disbelief. “Crap I’m old,” I said. “Anyway, it jokes about the silly notion of 7-minute abs being better than 8-minute abs. It struck me that’s kind of what we’re doing now, trying to get my workout squeezed into half the time”… Naomi just looked at me like I was speaking in high-pitched bat noises. Jokes are not funny if you have to explain them.

After running me through a fairly aggressive series of core exercises Naomi bid me farewell. To make up for my lost time, I continued with a few more exercises working up a good sweat, and then headed to the locker room to suit up for the pool. That’s when I noticed a key item missing from my bag; I had no towel.

I sat for a moment and debated what I should do next. I could run to the front desk and see if a towel was left at the lost and found. But the thought of a used towel seemed a bit desperate. I could just change into my cloths and put up with my stink all day long but that didn’t seem like a good business decision when it came to my customers. I decided I would go ahead and swim my laps, get a shower and do the best I could to get dry.

So I went for a swim.

After my swim and getting a good sweat in the sauna, I showered off and proceeded to do – for lack of a better term – the squeegee dance.

The Squeegee Dance: Using one’s hands to swipe away excess water from various parts of one’s naked body, being very careful of course not to injure one’s tender parts.

Not only was this not effective, but the whole process seemed to generate a lot of attention from the locker rooms. But then I suddenly realized the sauna might be just the ticket. I spent the next 10 minutes stepping into the sauna and stepping out, trying to find that magic balance between wet, dry and sweaty. By the time I was done I had pissed off two guys trying to work up a sweat only to have me letting their hot air out of the sauna every few minutes. Frankly, the whole method didn’t work very well anyway because I was still fairly wet, and my internal thermostat was so whacked that for the next 15 minutes after getting my clothes on, I was still sweating like a kazoo player in a rock band.

As I was leaving the gym I noticed a young lady asking for something at the front desk. While I tried desperately to peel my damp shirt from my flabby aching abs, she was handed, what appeared to be, a nicely folded, fresh smelling, clean, dry, towel. Tony was finishing up his workout across the gym, but he swears he heard a noise like Chewie the Wookiee as I staggered out the front doors. Like I said, there ought to be a law; or something.

© 2016 db, Darrel Boyd

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Last of the Harvest!

Hello Farmer Friends!

Last Harvest Call:  We are looking at the end of our picking season for pears and apples!  Come soon (this week through the weekend)  if you’d like to share in this harvest.  There are about 6 pear trees that need picking, and still lots of apples.

There are a few things left in the garden also, including the best egg plant harvest we’ve had.  Lots of herbs left, and a smattering of tomatoes and cukes, squash and lots of pumpkins.

We hope you’ve enjoyed the bounty of the garden and orchard this year; we’ve certainly have enjoyed your company, hard work and enthusiasm! (not to mention the great lunchesJ)

Sincere wishes for a peaceful fall and winter,

Suzannamaria and Dario

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Harvest 2016

14021480_10207006803997224_8256913271998100128_nHello  and warmest of greetings!!  (hee hee)

There is so much to pick in our garden and orchard now!!  Come help yourselves to this bounty. The pears have never been so good!  Pick all you want, store in fridge and take out a few at a time to ripen for a day or so on the counter.  Apples are

Beginning to be ready – especially the yellow Chehalis about ½ way up into the left side of the orchard. If you want to know if an apple tree is ready, pick one, taste it.  Too tart?  Wait… Plums are delicious!

The garden:  herbs, tomatoes, egg plant, cukes, CORN! Beans, squash, peppers… Pick to your hearts content!  If I’m not home (as I am frequently out and about)  just make sure Bella is fenced in.  She loves to wander up to Bill, or Mary’s, or Francis…

Thanks for all your work this season!   All we do now is pick, pick, pick…

The bees are great!!  So far we have a very lively couple of hives, and I’m feeling very optimistic they will make it through this winter.  They are fascinating to watch.

All the best,

Suzannamaria

 

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