Dragon Flower Farm Feed

Blog Hiatus, Photos from the Yarden

 

Backyard
Future site of the Dragonflower Mini-Farm.

There's a lot going on here as I approach month three with my (more than) full-time game design business. So... this blog is on hiatus until September-something. But when we return, I hope to bring you fresh voices and exciting offerings based on the feedback you gave on the survey.

For now, here are photos of the "yarden," someday to become the "Dragonflower Mini-Farm." It's a 1/4-acre plot close to the St. Louis city limits. Right now it's a gargantuan amount of turf for us my husband to mow (seriously, he wants to be the mower in the fam), but in the future we hope to transform it into an organic garden of vegetables, fruit, nuts, herbs, and native perennials. It's a long game that involves removal of a crazy ugly zigzagging chain link fence, planting screen trees to block the double-decker-balcony apartment building that looks down on us, and eradication of invasive honeysuckle and some awful tree called "stinking sumac." The two evil villains have formed an alliance and keep trying to take over.

I'll spare you most of THOSE sights for now, but here's some of the good stuff, especially yellow bearded iris, which seems rare to me but popped up all over the place this spring!

Iris
I know... it's overgrown. But look at the iris!
Rose
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose...
Yarden
It's going to be a lot of work. I meant that to sound more excited.
Wildstrawberry
Wild strawberry.
Windowcat
At dawn, from the upstairs window, cat-view.
Yardensnow
This past winter.

One last thing: I found some great resources to help with this project. Super psyched to see efforts in Missouri to promote and protect pollinator habitats. We're definitely going to make our yarden as pollinator-friendly as possible. Check these out:

Grow Native!

St. Louis Audubon Society's Bring Conversation Home Program

Ciao for now. 

 


Pulling the Wool over the Cheesehead's Eyes

Yarn

So, what does this...

have to do with this?

Cheesewedge

Well, you'll just have to wait and see. 

OK, maybe I'll give you a clue. They're both the subjects of my next piece for LewisTalk. Just remember that I'm now living in farm country. Oh, and both of the above products come from this:

Lambs

All photos courtesy of Black Sheep Creamery. (That was a hint.)


Where the Beef Is

 

The Beef Is Here
All photos by me.

Earlier this year, I moved away from Seattle after calling it home for a decade. My destination: a small town in Lewis County. It's so small, you haven't heard of it, I guarantee you. Most people are vaguely familiar with our sister town, Centralia, which is twice the size, but still...small. Your association to Centralia is probably "that place with the outlet malls I pass on my way to Seattle or Portland."

But there's so much more here than outlet malls. For example: beef.

My husband and I just bought a quarter of a cow. Yep. A whole quarter. It's the meat of grass-fed, organic, free-range cows. These cows are also practically our neighbors, as we drove for, oh, about 10 minutes to get to the farm where they live.

The Beef Is Here

 I've never done this before, met the cows that will eventually become my hamburger. My former vegetarian self would be appalled.

 That's right. I was a vegetarian for about 13 years, and a vegan for a good chunk of that. Why'd I return to meat-eating? That's a rather big topic for another day (or a whole book, maybe, someday). But in a nutshell: I'm the type of body constitution that does best on an omnivore's diet and does worst on a vegan diet. If I could eat anything, I'd subsist entirely on a diet of raw fruit and vegetables, bread, and cheese. I LOVE tofu, for the record. It just doesn't love me. You know what gave me the worst food-allergy reaction of my entire life? Soy milk.

 But back to the cows. Because cows! They are beautiful, in a stand-there-and-ruminate kind of way. And they're raised by a couple, Dalene and Paul Olson, who live right there on the farm, where they tend to the cows literally out their back door. Here's Paul on the farm. Note his kids' former basketball hoop in the background:

The Beef Is Here

 It doesn't get much more local than this, folks. We cut a whole string of middlemen out of the loop and shrunk the carbon footprint to practically zero, I'm betting. The only other person involved in this transaction was the butcher, who took our slaughter preferences over the phone.

 The Olsons are, obviously, a mom and pop biz. We had to pick up the meat ourselves, which was wrapped individually, the steaks in paper and the ground beef in little plastic baggies, and all of it loaded into cardboard banana boxes. We paid with a check, which happens a lot here in Chehalis. (At first I felt as if I'd transported back to the 80s. Our local bookstore owner bought several books from me to sell in his store and paid me with a check!)

 Dalene and Paul were kind enough to give us a quick tour of their land. The pics above are of the calf barn and some of the calves. Here's where their parents hang out, in the field beyond:

The Beef Is Here

 The Olsons have been farming since the early 80s, when they bought Paul's father's dairy farm. Like a lot of family farms, they've been "organic" since before it was the thing to do, never using hormones on their cows or commercial fertilizers or herbicides on their pasture land. They recently converted to all-beef, and the two run the operation themselves now.

 If you're as obsessed with farms as I am, you'll appreciate the below darling tractor. It's so beautiful, I want to write a children's book about it. Oliver, the Green Tractor!

The Beef Is Here

 Where did we put a quarter of a cow, you ask? In our enormous freezer. The house came with it. The former owners of our home are the ones who referred us to the Olsons for beef. Everyone here in the twin cities knows everyone else, it seems.