Thursday, August 30, 2007

Lost a kitten ...

Last night one of the kittens was laying on the back porch acting as if she couldn’t get up. She would moan pitiably when you bothered her, but couldn’t do more than just lay there limp. She had been fine not an hour before, so we are at a loss as to what happened to her. We brought her inside for the night, put her on a comfortable towel and waited to see what would happen. This morning she was dead. I buried her in the apple orchard on the hill, which seems to me a fine resting place. She wasn’t very old, maybe seven weeks or so.

We should watch over all of the little creatures that God has placed in our care, not fall into the farmer’s trap of callousness and unfeeling. When you have so many livestock, and many which are intended for slaughter, it’s easy to begin thinking of them as non-entities. Simply economic or functional entities on your farm. A chore to be handled but not relished. No, each of them is a small life and should be treated as such, even if they will be eventually eaten. Or perhaps especially if they will be eaten, because after all, that’s the ultimate sacrifice.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Relaxing ...


I'm trying to sit here and enjoy my spicy chicken sandwich from Dairy Queen. Victoria is eyeballing me with either outrage or envy. It's hard to tell. A few french fries mollified her and she got down off the patio table after that. But our relationship may have been irreparably damaged by me eating a chicken sandwich in front of her.

Honey Extraction

Here's a few pictures from the honey harvest.


I've just returned from the hive yard and it's about 1000 degrees in my bee suit. Don't let anyone ever tell you that these things are bee-proof. They aren't. Bees often even find their way inside the suit. Earlier I had to walk a quarter mile carrying 20 pounds of honey-filled frames with three bees buzzing around inside of the veil. While you're out at the hives, there are usually dozens of bees crawling all around on the veil so it's hard to notice until you walk away that a couple of them have crawled in through the netting at the bottom to join you on the inside. Luckily they didn't sting me, but for awhile I was trapped with the three bees on the inside being less angry than the dozen bees on the outside. My gloves are also too small (they sent me the wrong size) but I had to use them, not having anything else. I'll hand those down to the kids and order me a proper set for next time.


I set the extractor up on the goat milking stand as a workplace. Kat started two sharp kitchen knives boiling in a pot of water so they'd be hot enough to cut the wax cappings off of the comb. In some places I mangled the comb quite badly, but after the first couple of frames I got the hang of it. I've been told it's best not to mangle the comb because that causes the bees to spend a lot of time and energy repairing it instead of making more honey. Sorry, bees. My ladies have got to deal with my rookie mistakes for awhile.



After that, you put the frames in the extractor which works on a centrifuge fashion. They aren't cheap. Mine is hand-cranked and only holds two frames and it cost almost $250. All of this specialized bee equipment is very expensive, so if you're looking to start up some beekeeping, try to find some used stuff. Plenty of beekeepers retire or go out of business, so unless you're in a hurry to get started (like me) then you can watch the ads for awhile and pick up everything you need for a lot less.

Having put the frames in, with the cap-removed side facing out, you spin the handle and the honey gets thrown out to the sides of the tank where it drips down and collects in the bottom. There is still quite a bit of wax (and bee parts) in it at this point so you need to strain it. We (Kat) just used cheesecloth and poured it all into jars that way. A little fine particles of wax still get in it, but they don't really impair the flavor or the texture. A dead bee (or wasp!) floating in the honey would certainly decrease it's market value.

All in all, it took me a couple of hours and was very hot and tiring work. There's a lot of sweat that goes into each jar of honey (maybe some literally) but that's why it commands the price it does. Plus, the bees are just friggin' fascinating.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Honey-ouch-harvesting!

Only nine stings and I finished the super on the little German hive. They are very unhappy bees right now. Some big brute came, squished a bunch of them (he said he was sorry) and then walked away with half their house. He brought it back later, but it’s completely empty!

I’m hot and exhausted, but the work is done. The honey is sitting in the extractor now, waiting to be put into jars and I’ve got a big bowl of mixed honey and wax that needs to be processed. Yeesh. This beekeeping stuff is a lot harder than I thought.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Jared's Big Day

We found the new library today. I took Jared with me and while we were standing at the counter with the librarian checking out our books, he had a biography on Charles Darwin (whom we named our rooster after). The librarian commented on it and he said, “I thought I’d read this before I tackle the ‘Origin of Species’.” She just blinked at him before the usual question … what grade are you in? He shrugged and replied that he really didn’t know. The librarian didn’t quite know how to deal with that. Here she was confronted by a complete moron who didn’t know what grade he’s in, but yet was reading adult biographies on Charles Darwin in preparation for tackling the ‘Origin of Species’.

While Jared is a very smart kid, I really think a lot of his actual knowledge comes from the fact that we don’t allow him to watch television. (Occasionally he gets a movie or something, but never any sitting down in front of the tube.) Instead he spends his time reading, sitting outside and staring at bugs, or just voyaging in his own mind. He’s the kid I wish I had been.

Misc. Pics - Because you know you've been dying to see them.


These were probably the last "perfect" tomatoes that I harvested. Since then, the tomato blight, the rains, and the chickens have conspired to make sure that all red fruit will be either soft and mushy, split from too much water, or pecked at by a chicken. Check out the dirt under the farmer's fingernails. He's pretty much always grimy like that lately.


The grape tomatoes are extremely prolific. The plants are JUST now getting the blight and they've been producing pound after pound of these buggers ... from just two plants. They vine out everywhere. Next year I'm either going to tie them up to some sort of frame or try growing them upside down suspended in the air. They're a very sweet tomato, the boys love them but I can only eat one every now and then. Lots of flavor, but I am not a big fan.


The chickens enjoy riding around on the back of a goat. Wish we'd gotten a better picture of this ... it's hilarious.


There's an old dog run (assumably) in the backyard. It's just a concrete pad for no apparent purpose, except that it's perfect for using sidewalk chalk on.


My kibble! The kittens are still too young to really handle solid dried food, but we pour milk over it and they seem to tolerate it better. The kids call it "Catfood Crunchies, the cereal for cats!" I call it "Tuna-O's". This little gray is sitting on it like she thinks it's going to hatch.


Under no circumstances will I be sharing my Ben and Jerry's.


These are the old beehives I went and retrieved from Sheboygan. The sun came out today and while I'd left them on the driveway, a swarm of bees descended upon them and is happily pulling out all the old honey ... that must be 20 years old or more! I think I'll let them have it and just move those boxes in the morning.

Diversity Training

I’m having to take our companies “Diversity” training online today and I’m reminded again the foolishness of Corporate America. Diversity means having brown skin versus white. It means having a penis or not having a penis. It means never saying anything even remotely politically incorrect. Now the new concepts of ‘inclusion’ has become popular. It’s not enough to tolerate others … we must also let them play our reindeer games.

Look, I know that I’m part of a global corporation. The first part of the training is “define diversity”. I said, “the state of being diverse”. It said, “recognizing and respecting the valuable differences that we all share.” Hrm. I guess I’m not really going to do well in this training. Especially considering that diversity means mostly skin color now, but there cannot be any diversity in thought process. There can be no diversity in the way we think.

I consider my chickens … I have red ones, black ones, and white ones. I do not have particular favorites due to the superficial colors of them. Rather, I value them on their ability to produce. And should one of them stop producing then they get the chop. Ultimately, that’s the same way that Corporate America views us. All of this talk about how we should value ourselves and each other for our differences is crap.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Another one gone

I think we lost a chicken tonight. One of the adult Cinnamon Queens didn’t show up in the coop. Usually they’re in the coop and settling in on the roosting bars by about a half hour to an hour before dark, but tonight there’s only five of them in there. Before it got too dark to see I walked the fence lines and checked all around, but I can’t find any sign of her. They’ve never failed to show up at dark before, so I’m betting she got snatched.

Thing is, by what? I was outside quite a bit today and I never saw anything, nor did I hear anything. There’s no sign of a struggle and they don’t really wander too far away from the house. Almost always in plain sight. It’s most strange. I’m also worried that whatever got her may now start showing up with more regularity until I have NO chickens.

Survived the first night

All the chicks survived the first night in the new chicken coop. They didn’t peck the Styrofoam as badly as I’d thought, in fact they weren’t even pecking it when I went out there. They only started that when *I* showed up. Maybe it’s a nervous habit of some sort. Since it wasn’t raining and I didn’t have ten other things to do this morning, I even managed to milk Halley some. The yield is down since I haven’t been milking regularly, and the milking stand is on the porch where the cats are so they just freak Halley out. I still managed to get almost a pound.

It’s Sunday morning and I think everything can wait for another day. There’s nothing that absolutely has to be done today, so I’m going to take that day of rest after all. I’d like to spend a little time reflecting on how good God has been to us in blessing us with this farm and all of its bounty, instead of just thinking about how tired I am and how much work needs to be done.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

SIGH

I completed the new chicken coop today, and it is a marvel of engineering. Well, it doesn’t lean, anyway. I put Styrofoam on the inside of the walls for added insulation and then this afternoon late we put the birds out in the small yard I’d attached to it. This evening when I went out there, the stupid birds were eating the Styrofoam. Hopefully they won’t all be dead in the morning.

Ironic

I’m in no way a fan of either but I do think that it’s somewhat ironic … Michael Vick is going to prison while OJ Simpson got a book deal.

 

Friday, August 24, 2007

Wormy Goodness

I want to start worm composting. I have absolutely all of the materials necessary (except the worms) and all I need to do is assemble a little pile. Then I’ll go to the store, buy some redworms (any bait shop sells them) and drop them into the pile. After that, life becomes very easy for the worms and they make me a top quality soil dressing.

Sheboygan Blues

I drove up to Kiel, Wisconsin (near Sheboygan) yesterday where I picked up some beehives from a guy I knew who was getting rid of them. The boxes are expensive but they last forever and so there’s always lots of swapping them around. These aren’t in too bad of shape and once they’ve been scraped out and cleaned some they’ll be ready for the hive area. I’m not going to put them on any of my existing colonies because I’m concerned about disease. Plus, there’s an odd mix of 12 frame and 10 frame boxes. I had wanted to stick strictly with the 10 frames so I can always mix and match between colonies, but that belief crumbled in the face of $1500 worth of free bee boxes.

The boxes are dirty and need cleaning and repainting. That will be my winter project. Too busy to do it now, plus I don’t have the bees to fill them anyway.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

I'm falling behind!

In the brief spurts when I can actually get out to my garden, I pick stuff and then put it away. We’ve lost a lot of tomatoes to bugs, blight, and chicken pecking but in the past 3 days I’ve harvested 9 pounds. That’s a lot of salsa!

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Oh, an additional quote from the article:

I loved this line:

Those likeliest to read religious books included older and married women, lower earners, minorities, lesser educated people, Southerners, rural residents, Republicans and conservatives.”

How can you NOT?

http://www.cnn.com/2007/LIVING/wayoflife/08/21/reading.ap/index.html?eref=rss_topstories

 

1 in 4 Americans haven’t read a book at all in the past year? The average American reads 4 books a year, almost exclusively popular fiction? Holy crap. When I’m on a reading binge I do like 4 books a week. Now I will admit that I usually only slog through a chapter or two per night when I’m at home and the weather is good, but that’s still clearing me through a large novel per week, plus I have a very healthy intellectual diet of classics, both fiction and non-fiction.

1 in 4 … gah … we’re a stupid people with extremely misplaced priorities. I bet if you asked that 1 in 4 who was #1 on American Idol they’d know.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Hibernation

As you’ve probably noticed, the blog has taken a little hiatus lately. I haven’t been much on posting. It’s been raining for over a week now, off and on throughout each day with the past four days being the worst. It’s cold, wet, and miserable outside and I haven’t gotten any work done. And I’m moping about it. I should do stuff inside … there’s a hundred inside projects I could start on and one hundred and fifty computer projects that could be done, but instead I just squander and waste the time, regretting the fact that I can’t get outside and do something productive.

Vegetables have overcome us. Every available space in the kitchen has been filled with overripe tomatoes, yellowing cucumbers, and giant bumpy squash. There’s a baseball bat-sized zucchini propping up furniture. I think I just saw one of the kids go by wearing a necklace made out of pole beans. I’m going to have to sell vegetables next year … we can’t eat enough of them.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

I met a farmer ...

I met a man whose bookshelf had some interesting books … hundreds of agricultural texts from the last century, Cato’s “On Farming”, and then the complete works of Wendell Berry, and also Che Guevera’s “On Guerilla Warfare”, books by Karl Marx, and the Holy Bible.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Milking Update

I wrenched my back this morning but managed to do the milking anyway. We started back milking on the 10th and got 12.9 ounces (weight). Each day has increased, going to 17.9, 22, and then today’s monster milking session at 26.9. When I finish she still has some milk left in her but she’s usually getting fidgety and my hands and shoulders are aching so I stop. This makes it difficult to tell whether I’m just getting better at milking or if her milk production has actually increased.

When we top 2 pounds in one session, I’m going to make chevre. Mmm, mmm, good!

Sunday, August 12, 2007

A side effect ...

I’ve not particularly liked Halle, my milking goat. She’s obnoxious and demanding, not to mention stubborn. She’s the goat that gives goats that reputation. However, I’ve noticed that since I started milking her regularly, I’m growing more fond of her.

When you treat an animal like a contributor to the farm, a creature that is helping to feed your own family, you tend to become more caring towards them. I assume the opposite is true when you treat them solely like an economic unit.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Honey!

I got 39 ounces of honey out of one of the frames (that I accidentally broke upon removal). The Italian bees haven’t done squat (lazy bees) but the Germans have completely filled their super. It’s those guys from whom I got the broken frame. I brought it back and scraped it off into a pot, heated it, tried to skim off as much of the wax as possible, and then poured it into a jar. The taste is excellent but it’s extremely granulated from the wax and has a nasty texture. I’m not sure yet how to get it to be more smooth. Maybe run it through some cheesecloth or something. I would have liked to have salvaged the wax as well.

I didn’t put the frames together correctly, it seems. I’ll need to look into that before I put the rest together. I’ll pull off the German super and the Italian bees get a free pass this year. Maybe next year their population will climb high enough to actually get some honey from them as well. Look for pictures later … my camerawoman got stung and isn’t in a pleasant mood.

Goat Milk

We’re back to milking the goat again. It’s been my fault that she doesn’t milk well … I’m inexperienced, she’s inexperienced, and she looks to my lead. This is the fourth time now she’s ever been milked, and while she still doesn’t like it, she’s getting used to it. I’m also getting faster and my muscles are getting stronger. It’s not difficult to milk, but it takes a different kind of strength than my arms are used to and after a short time my hand and arm are aching. It’s a learning experience for me, the goat, and my body.

Our goat expert tells us that they get up to 3 pounds of milk from their Nubians in one session. I’m not getting near that much, but my Nubian is young and because she hasn’t been milked much she hasn’t yet developed the capacity. That’s mostly what we’re trying to do now … develop the capacity. Yesterday I got 12.8 ounces of milk and today I got 17.9 ounces. So we’re improving. There’s still a lot of milk left in her udders when I return her to the herd and her two whethers are stripping the rest of that off. Hopefully that’s helping to increase her production too. In time my strength will have improved and she’ll be a better milker, plus I’m going to build a stand soon and that will help a lot as well. It keeps her from being so fidgety.

What are we doing with the milk right now? Not a lot. We froze some last time for use in future soapmaking, and yesterday we all drank it. It’s about a half a glass for me and each of the boys. Once it’s cold, it tastes better, more wholesome than store-bought whole milk. I don’t pasteurize right now, but we might later on. In the stores, non-organic goat milk sells for $4.29 for 32oz. That’s the price I’m using for my own calculations, even though mine is truly organic. By the end of next week we’ll see where we’re at financially. It’s difficult to rate it as farm income because we’ve never bought goat milk before … it’s a new product for us, but eventually we want to convert over to whole, fresh milk straight from our own livestock.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Truck Update

My neighbor, who I’ve seen recently manage to start a Corvette that had been fully submerged in water and then had mice nesting in the engine for 20 years, came over this evening to take a look at my truck. Keep in mind that Gayle is a SERIOUS collector of cars. He can pull a rusted hulk out of an old cornfield and turn it into something beautiful and then pick up and drive it to Oregon and back. We finally got my truck started and then he listened to the engine in the way that only experienced mechanics can. It starts, but it’s missing on at least 2 cylinders. The carburetor needs some serious adjustment. Gayle determined that it is highly likely that this truck will require more money than it is worth in order to repair it and that the rust will finish eating through the body before I ever get it running enough to be called dependable.

Or it might just need new spark plugs. He won’t be able to tell until we drive it over to his place next week and take a look. I can’t tell you how frustrating this is. I wish I knew more about cars so I didn’t continuously find myself staring helplessly into an engine.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Blackberries Finished

Well, I’ve harvested the last of the wild blackberries growing here on Tanglewood Hill. Previously I thought these were black raspberries until a wiser neighbor informed me otherwise. No, the late season berries I was getting were blackberries. Not particularly sweet, but juicy and tart, they hit the spot. Many of them were frozen for usage in smoothies. I never did make jam or anything out of them, our smoothies being the higher end product and that for which we normally purchase berries.

Overall I harvested 8.36 pounds of blackberries, saving us $33.35 in the costs of purchasing them. Due to my travel schedule, I ended up leaving quite a few to rot on the cane and the birds made off with even more. If I’m more diligent next year, I could probably end up with over 10 pounds of blackberries. My ultimate ambition is to take the blackberry cane that’s growing there and propagate it all around the fencerows. It’s the perfect shade plant and provides great fruit. It will be a fine supplement to our diet.

One Hour From Now

In one hour from now you are leaving your home and never coming back. You can pack just one bag for each of you. What will you put in them? Will it take you more than an hour?

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Farm Money

It’s only the 8th, but we’re raking in the produce. So far our total is $70.05. August is the harvesting month it seems. We pulled in $20 worth of taters, $17 worth of cucumbers, and then the rest is in tomatoes mostly. I’m predicting a $200 month!

Homesteading Forum

As some of you know, I’ve recently started posting on a homesteading forum that’s fairly popular. But this forum bothers me quite a bit. Few people are living up to the ideals that I think are mandatory for good homesteading. Maybe I’m too draconian in my application of these ideals, but I think good homesteading doesn’t mean spraying your pastures with Roundup because you don’t want to do the work to control weeds. It doesn’t mean asking for advice on what pesticide best gets rid of specific bugs. It means learning tried and true techniques handed down from generation to generation on how to be a good steward of the land.

Monday, August 06, 2007

That's a lot of pickles!

I just pulled out over 9 pounds of cucumbers from the garden. These are the smaller “Burpee Pickler” hybrid that I planted earlier in the season. The “Straight Eight” hybrid hasn’t come online yet but they’re producing buds now. So tonight or tomorrow I’ve got a LOT of pickles to make. Yeesh. Any good recipes?

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Early Blight in Tomato Plants

Well, the early blight has hit some of my tomato plants. I have four groupings of plants scattered out in a wide area, so I won't lose all of them, but I'm going to probably lose my best producers. I'll share with you my research (and my shame) so that it might help some others.

Early Blight is a fungus. The spores can travel on the wind, come from purchased seeds or transplants, or be present in the soil. Once the spores are in your soil, then you'll face the blight every year that you grow tomatoes in that same spot. Crop rotation helps but is no complete cure.

Affected leaves turn yellow with ringed spots and then die. The stems turn yellow, and it generally goes from the bottom of the plant upwards. Where the leaves touch dirt they come into contact with the spores, usually when watering and this is yet another method of disease transmission. Eventually you'll lose the whole plant and it will spread to other nearby plants.

Here's a handful of things I did wrong that helped cause/propagate the damage:

1. I put indeterminate plants in cages. They get bunched up too tight and it reduces the airflow and sunlight to the center and base of the plants, creating a perfect environment (dark and moist) for fungus to thrive.

2. I watered over the top of the plants instead of the base. This allowed water to drip down inside the plant and caused drooping leaves to come into contact with the soil. One should always water early in the morning so that the sun can dry out the plants thoroughly as quickly as possible, and always apply water only to the base of the plants so it soaks into the soil instead of laying on top of the leaves.

3. I didn't remove the infected leaves and branches as soon as I saw this. In my defense, I didn't know what was wrong, but by the time I figured it out I'd already lost one plant and it had spread to all the other neighboring ones. Removing the infected area helps increase air flow to the center of the plant and reduces the number of spores. It can slow the spread, but perhaps not stop it completely.

4. I did not wash my tools and hands as I moved from plant to plant picking ripe fruit and pruning suckers. The spores were carried on my hands from plant to plant and area to area. (I've got to quickly act to save the other isolated areas where I had tomato plants now.) Again, early disease identification is crucial. If you don't know you're infected, you'll do everything else wrong as well.

5. My plants are too close together. I planted the transplants two foot apart thinking since they'd be caged it wouldn't be an issue. These were in some raised beds where space is critical and I was trying to maximize it. A poor decision overall. The close proximity helped the fungus to spread.

So now I'm playing catch-up with a permanent affliction in my garden area. I'm removing all dead/infected foliage and putting a heavy mulch underneath the survivors. I'm burning the pruned foliage instead of putting it into the compost. The ash will go into the compost, but I don't trust that my pile will heat up enough to kill the spores. I'm also applying a heavy dose of copper hydroxide (an organic-approved fungicide) to all the remaining plants and the contaminated soil.

I hope this helps. I have 68 tomato plants in the ground (5 varieties) and I'm going to lose 4 of them for certain and up to 12. Worse, those were the ones in the raised beds which I have designed to be covered with plastic in order to extend the growing season, so if I lose everything there then I'll have no tomato plants surviving past the first frost. The total investment in the transplants is only about $12, but the lost income is estimated to be $80+. An expensive lesson to learn, but one that I figured I should share.

Friday, August 03, 2007

July Farm Report

Ok, the July totals are in. As you’ll be able to see, short of Ed McMahon showing up with a giant cardboard check, we’re not getting rich from gardening.

We took in 64 eggs for a total of $16. We harvested 22.25 ounces of basil (which went into frozen pesto) for $38.94. We cut the last of the lettuce which amounted to 54.2 ounces and $27.10. The tomato crop is just starting to show up. We took in 75.9 ounces for $22.25. Grape tomatoes also filtered in solo or in pairs for 9.8 ounces and $1.84. Onions we got 44.1 ounces for $3.67. Cubanelle peppers made a poor showing at 3.4 ounces ($0.91). The potatoes that I was forced to harvest (new potatoes only) were substantial and we got 8.69 pounds for $10.42. Raspberries were our highest earner at 7.9 pounds for $41.18. Squash had the most sheer pounds at 10.2 for $28.39. Cucumbers we took in 4.43 pounds for $7.93.

The grand total earnings (savings) for our garden was $162.29 for the month of July. Right now there’s some stuff left uneaten from July and a bunch of stuff still on the vine that needs to be picked. My tomato plants are looking like something might be wrong with them, so I’ve got to go figure that out. Also, the grass has now shot up another 5 inches while I was away in Seattle for three days and obscured some of the lower crops. I’ve got to get out there this weekend and pull sod. If I can keep the tomato plants alive long enough to harvest the crop, AND get some more stuff out of the rest of it, then we’re doing pretty good. It’s almost time to plant the fall garden too, which is going to be excellent.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

That Crazy White Guy on the Plane

Right now there’s a middle-aged black man thinking that. He engaged me in conversation and he brought up one of the 437 topics that lead me down the road towards discussing Peak Oil and the impending collapse of our civilization. I explained to him how little time we have left and what we’re doing to prepare. I explained to him how much of our economy is based on cheap oil and what the warnings signs are going to be. By the time we touched down in Madison his eyes were pretty wide. Occasionally after someone has triggered that diatribe, usually some stranger, I wonder if I come across as a complete paranoid madman. Of the kind who ought to be locked up. It doesn’t help that I’ve found people who agree with me, because well, some of them strike ME as paranoid lunatics. So maybe I’m in good company. Maybe we should start a club. Maybe we should move closer to one another so we can support each other after the collapse of civilization. On the other hand, that’s EXACTLY the kind of thing that gets you raided by paramilitary government agencies.

Gardening Viewpoints

In my garden I face a myriad of threats. Aphids, hornworms, leaf cutters, vine borers, you name it. Sometimes I think it's a miracle that anything survives to be eaten by me after being eaten by everything else. Why do the aphids not multiply and suck all of my plants dry? Why do the hornworms not infest every plant, cutting off leaves and devouring buds until nothing remains but a yellowing stem protruding from the soil? It is not through my own not-inconsiderable efforts that my garden survives and manages to feed me. I remain completely chemical free in the garden and on the farm, not resorting to poisons and other chemical inhibitors of insects. Much of the help I receive comes from other insects. Beneficial insects that my children have termed, "Garden Friends".

The plants found to be edible to us are less hardy than those which grow wild. My carrots are fragile compared to their wild cousin. Our garden plants have few natural defenses against predators. They do fight back through the creation of chemicals, mostly antioxidants, but some evils, such as the Japanese beetle, can scent these "stress chemicals" and will home in on them. This is why you normally find clusters of predators that return to the same plants again and again. What is an organic gardener to do?

I lean heavily on the beneficial insects at Tanglewood Hill. The garden friends are tireless eaters of the pests and menaces that would otherwise consume everything. Braconid wasps use a sticky adhesive to attach egg sacs to the still-living bodies of hornworms, turning them into a portable buffet for their soon-to-hatch young. Ladybugs plod happily along the stems of aphid-infested plants, picking off the smaller, more sedentary bugs one by one. Yellowjackets prowl the air above the garden, preying on the caterpillars who will be carried off and sucked dry of their juices. Here and there a mantis may be hidden, waiting to nab a moth or beetle though it may take a helpful pollinator from time to time.

An entire ecosystem functions there, without my guidance or intervention. All I need do is resist the impulse to spray indiscriminate poison which will kill the garden friends as surely as the garden menaces. And in insect populations, after a spraying there will be a fast resurgence of the garden menaces, and a much slower resurgence of the garden friends which keep them in check. Having upset the delicate balance of nature there, the pendulum will not swing back in my favor. When the aphids and hornworms return, the predators which hold their populations in check will not be there and the natural resistance to growth will have been diminished.

So why do large commercial farms spray insecticides? It lowers the value of their crop as consumers become more and more aware of the dangers of insecticides. The plants producing food become weaker, thus relieved of the genetic pressure to improve their species. The resulting vegetables and fruits become less nutritious, denied of the chance to produce the antioxidants and other nutrients they normally use to ward off attackers. Let us consider the dynamics of a large farm.

An insect population is going to grow in proportion to the natural elements which resist its growth. For instance, if the food supply can support more hornworms, than there is going to be more hornworms. If there is no downward pressure from competitors and predators, such as the ladybugs which eat aphids, then the aphids will reproduce unchecked. On a large farm they certainly provide a greater food supply than your typical kitchen garden. Consider a moth looking to lay the egg which will become a hornworm, faced with a small kitchen garden of eight or nine tomato plants, versus a veritable banquet of a commercial farm where thirty acres of tomato plants stretch out below. It's a matter of scale. Nature cannot keep up with large scale farming. The garden menaces will always reproduce faster than the garden friends and when a commercial farm looks only at a single season of profit and loss, it becomes an imperative for the balance sheet to hose everything down with insecticides. Having then sprayed, they have reduced the entire insect population, both menace and friend alike. Predator populations always recover slower, and have lower numbers than their prey. Consider a portion of the African Savannah, with its thousands of gazelles and only a dozen or so lions. And the predators, by design, reproduce slower and are much less adaptable to change. As on the savannah it is in the commercial farm as well. Having devastated the insect predators, when the pest populations recover quickly, there will be no downward pressure. The commercial farmer is forced to then spray again and again in order to keep the pests away, building up more and more toxins and heavy metals in the soil.

I recently read of a community that was in uproar because an old orchard was being demolished to make way for a new housing subdivision. Soil testing had shown heavy concentrations of arsenic in the orchard and the neighboring community was frightened that it would get into the water supply if disturbed. Shouldn't they have been as equally concerned with the mere presence of the arsenic? How did such a toxic dose get into the orchard to begin with? Had it been deposited there after years of spraying? More to the point, how much of it had they consumed?