Every year we donate one event in our hayloft and garden. This year we were absolutely delighted to host Puente's 16th anniversary party on Sunday afternoon, with appetizers from the farm kitchen.
Puente de la Costa Sur is the community resource center for the South Coast, providing food, transportation, shelter referrals, housing assistance, advocacy, and health, literacy, and education services for local residents.
Ana-Lesa made pizzas of local sausage and tomatoes with our feta cheese
There were plenty of other tasty morsels
We knew a lot of the guests, including Kevin of Early Bird Farm and Kevin Jr
and Doniga (left) and Erik (center) of Markegard Family Grass-Fed
We washed up in the dairy
although there wasn't much to tidy up. Congratulations to Puente on 16 years of community support!
This summer, a visitor wrote to me that she had walked through our secret gardens on a workshop, and found them sadly in decline compared to their glory twenty years ago. This was poignant. Not for her words, but for the story behind them. Twenty years ago the gardens had plentiful watering. Twenty years ago, too, we knew less about the effects of pumping water from the creeks that run through our land. Today I know much more. And this summer, I had no water at all for those gardens.
Fifteen years ago, I chased a grant from the Natural Resources Conservation Service. It is a national agency whose mission is to help "America's farmers, ranchers and forest landowners conserve the nation's soil, water, air and other natural resources". My grant is a cost-share program. That is, I make payments in full, and they reimburse 50% of my costs.
With the support of the NRCS, we began to protect the watershed on our land. We planted willows to support the creek banks. We fenced creekside pastures with a generous set-back from the banks, to prevent excess nitrates from animal feces draining into the creek. We installed huge rainwater recycling tanks. These projects were enormously expensive, and I struggled to find the income to pay for them over the years. It was a relief to receive the reimbursement when it came. In the most recent financial downturn, we were lucky to receive the Obama administration's extra stimulus for landowners already in this NRCS program. We bought all our supplies from US companies, and have always hired local labor.
In 2009, we dug a well in our south pasture, across the road from the pasture immediately behind the farm. We had been watering all pasture from the creek in the south pasture, pumping the water under the road to the rest of the farm. I understood by now that to truly protect the watershed, we would have to stop taking water from the creek. Basically, no water, no fish. No creek life. The well drilling cost almost $50,000. Even with the promised 50% reimbursement, I couldn't go on. The electricity company wanted a deposit of $5000 simply to look at the job of pumping well water to the rest of the farm. I had a hole, but no water.
In 2011, we bought the land and barn next to the farm. This property had a well. Now I could forget the electricity company's gouging. Now we have a well on the same side of the road as the pasture behind the farm, the pasture that needs watering in the summer if the goats are to eat grass. I had a vastly increased mortgage, but at least I had a new well.However, the south side of the road was still dry. The secret gardens were parched. There was no water for our orchard and berries. This was sad, but I could deal with people's disapproval. The straw that broke the camel's back was the crop failure in the fields we lease to Blue House Farm. They didn't need much water for their heirloom beans and squash, but they didn't get any. And ravenous herds of deer are already out from the wild, searching our cultivation for food. They ate rows of crops overnight. So I called Dave Landino the well guy, and asked for water in the well he had drilled for us six years ago.
This is how it's done
Just a couple of wires to hook up
Within a week, I had 110 gallons a minute.
That's a lot of water.
That's the farm's watering problems fixed.
I had a new huge bill to pay, but I couldn't feel anything but lucky. Water is liquid gold. Back in 2009, I declined the suggestion of a dowser or water witch. I pointed to a spot in my field and said Drill here! I had lined the spot up with the road tunnel exit in the pasture across the road. It turned out to be a spot of great good luck: a deep, generous aquifer.
Next, we will fence the crops against the deer. We have a new grant to remove the log jam in Pescadero Creek on our land. And we will begin a long, exciting effort to build an irrigation pond in the field between the farm and the new barn, where we have our office and baby goat nursery. So, there's more to the water story, but it has a happy ending.
Just like Celebrity Baby Chloe and the Miracle Babies, Ann was not a planned baby. She is eight weeks old and the second family of a frisky mamma, who must have attracted the attention of our new buck Coltrane earlier in the summer, after having her first batch of babies.
Ann is in Tony's Pen in the farm corral, and she's very friendly. She spends a lot of time on the roof of her shelter, and without the distraction of baby friends will probably learn how to jump into the garden quite soon. Give her a scratch and a chat when you see her!
"My dear fellow," said Sherlock Holmes as I rose from the tea tray to seek my newspaper, "kindly draw the blinds if you will." Looking down into the dusty summer traffic of our London street, I saw a tall woman in a faded cotton cap and wellworn clogs staring in a thoughtful fashion at our windows, her fingers hooked into the belt of her decidedly unmodish jean trousers. I had hardly reached the fireplace before there was a firm tap at the door. Holmes welcomed our visitor with his usual courtesy. "Do you not find, Miss Harley, the city in August a welcome respite from farm life?"
"Indeed, Mr Holmes, I cannot agree with you," our visitor began, before breaking off with a startled frown. "How can you know this about me?" "It is my business to know these things," Holmes chuckled. "Perhaps I notice more than most."
this isn't the missing goat
With widened eyes, Miss Harley recounted her tale. When she was finished, Holmes remarked "The bigger the crime, the more obvious the motive. Such cases are of little interest. In your case, Miss Harley, I suspect deep waters. Watson, kindly examine the bus timetable. I believe there is a SamTrans 6.05pm to Pescadero."
this isn't the missing goat either
a closer look reveals this goat is not pointing east
There are three kinds of men
The ones that learn by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves. Will Rogers
but only one kind of goat
The kind that escapes through old fences.
It's new fence time! Here's the pasture in front of the dairy, with the goats in the corral, marked off with this post and cord into our new arrangement of separate paddocks for the goats. We will rotate the goats from space to space, to preserve the grasses. There'll be a pathway around the whole, and a lane through the middle of the field to herd them from the loafing barn to the paddocks. (Yes - we will have electric fencing to prevent the goats chewing on the wood posts and pushing and scratching against the fence until it breaks, but they are girls, and won't be peeing on the electric fence.)
Brian of Brian Lawson Construction, building and installing our new fences and gatesBrian's crew having a tough time with their auger in our rock-solid clay soil - but staying cheerfulThe Big Creek lumber guy had never delivered to a field of goats beforeCan't wait for our new gates, Brian! Thanks!