carving a life out from this changing land

cleared the west and some of thr south pasture..shorter than short growing season and rain almost constant like an aquariam out there..buckwheat and oats growing slowly..1,ooo buttercup transplanted.. living primarily off our backyard garden...kale,lettuce,arrugala,etc...bearing in disc harrow shot,tractor bogged down in deep mud..carrying out compost,mature manure and current droppings in bushel baskets to the west pasture-friggin mud has glue in it..of course i am wondering from whence this farming,bagua and nature composite began in me and tonite i read uyeshiba did the same...

lesson

you have to or else,but i cannot lime nor plow nor clear the stumps away all by my self;but I did,and it feels great.

grin and bare

rain every day-every single day means 'just look at thr response from the buckwheat and the oats-yahoo.
put on 2nd app of biodynamic field spray via a five element -eight element medicine wheel-onto the west pasture,and madame bourdelle is busy carefully placing her buttercup squash transplants into mother earth
bulldozing stumps,pulling roots and clearing limbs,boulders and sticks and stones-whew-thank spirit for the macrobiotic diet and fir the jing coming from practicing bagua,and for keeping our case tractor chug chuging through thick and thin..
applied biodynamic 'oak' to the south pasture and finally ,the longears are venturing on out there to eat th oats we broadcast in early spring
we are eating mostly our own homegrown food.
claire donk can hardly go come out of the barn in daylite cause of the bugs
it sure is nice to have this blog where i am not selling anything

changing with change

i figure,if i had to categorize our undertakings on the farm,if i had to place my farming according to the vermont farming norm,,i would say its a hobby farm . if i was in n.y.c.,i would say i am finding ,no, enriching the process that i learned from lee strasberg,etc from michio kushi,from several bagua and shaman masters,i am deepening my faith and enriching my love of flow,spirit and gratitude, with farming.

yesterday,in a great rain, i planted buckwheat in the west pasture.the disc-harrow was all mired in the mud,so i pressed the buckwheat in howeverwhich.....

last year,my cash crop waz washed out.yesterday as it rained,i watched big ole ponds forming in my west garden.gulp.lotta farms say 'on the farm,it is always somethin'. in some tai chi,they say-change with the change,,loosen the charge of expectation-loosen the joints....my neighbor just dug out a big manure-pit sized hole. this weekend,he added the most relaxing old boat change with the change:it has pretty near rained every day this year...

my earth-my self

whether the squash makes it to the market or not,even if it snows on the squash mid-july,even if this is the shortest growing season in the history of ne kingdom' short growing season, the/my experience of pure being,not for profit primarily,following my bliss in my own trust the process way, is so surreally great.as rich as a great weekend of endless lovemaking,

mule intimidation and biodynamic spray

"it has been over a month and the mule still wont go out into the lush south pasture.and claire belle wont walk him out there because she has to cross the creek to get there and she wont cause she wont get her feet wet period..mule wont go out there all by his lonesome.I have little patience with a 1500 mammothmass imidated by moose,bear,hawk,owl,weasel,fishercat, all who frequent the west pasture. I am stumped, so now,what?
What would mel brooks,harpo marx and krishnamurti do in a situation like this? hm? so, I applied biodynamic 'oak- spray to the passageway leading to the edge of the west pasture. well,last nite,sunset,I hear this Bellows sound.I am way off out in the west pasture and I come a runnin...well,honest to saint pete,that field spray mite of worked cause mule crossed the great divide and walked-helped himself to walking rite up to the edge of the west p,which is where i stopped oak spray app.].planted himself, and bellowroared for over an hour: I am king,I am king,I am king".

bear,moose and mule

june 3,2009
Soon as the ice melted in the south pasture,gandma and i seeded winter rye,broad casted her seed,overmore.richly,lyrically.with great expectation. added oats soon as the rye took root and surfaced.a three acre pasture for the equine:finished fencing it last week-all done and ready for the equine to charge in and chow. well,they dont want any part of it:I added a bridge accross the creek so clara belle would not get her mamothfeet wet going out there,she knows bridges,and nope,nada. i grained myule out there-he tiptoed up to his grain,looking nervously around-"aw nuts,it has gotta be the moose and bear that 'come in' from this direction[i let the southwest pasture open and wild so the wild ones can come into the creeek for a drink,bu,well i am still tenacious to my visio and will plant red clover this week.Last nite,i went ot to the enterance meadow to the south pasture and clipped down all brush and low limbs so the longears can see al around so as to be sure no bear or moose buck isnt lying low waiting to jump them...tee hee yuk yuk...

new moon- in scorpio

aw nuts-papa goose got took out last nite:we was up in the studio studio lites, an then -papa goose came up to my window and,aw nuts-he did tell me that the fischer cat was 'on board' and i was to haul my ass 'out there' quick,which i did, and i did hear her wings -this great old survivor=flapping strong and hard[i had heard and felt this sound[PAK in cantonese}once before when i relocated her up here from our farm in rhinebeck and she brought that heavy sledgehammer wing brutally hard down onto my forearm bones. "man,she can handle herself" I told myself as i declined the call from her old man goose and my gut and turned in for the nite. and now a.m. there her body lies out in the outback west pasture.

we picked up a subsoiler n potato plow yesterday and oat seed for covercropping. oh,and my draft mule-old earl-well,this recent addition newcomer watched me walk the circle,engrossed in somethin or other.so ,well ,then he came up to me and indicated he was availiable for his very first brushing .thank you doug and wendy bora.i hope you know what gifted teachers you are. let the mystery be.