Orchard House

We visited the home where Louisa May Alcott wrote "Little Women". It was purchased by her father Bronsen Alcott and was about ten acres with an orchard of apples. Though the four main family sisters who were characters in this book never actually all lived in the home, the story is based upon this particular home. The apples did serve as one source of income until the successful publishing of the book, which generated an abundance of income for the extended family. As we toured the home it was easy to put myself in the place of this family, all of whom were quite creative. In the parlor, there were frequent visits from Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Thoreau who both lived in nearby Concord. Waldon Pond is about a mile from Orchard House. While visiting I also had the assurance that my apples were being daily watered on the west coast, and that upon my return, I would see the development of the crop to the next stages of growth. It is amazing to be able to have such a variety of experiences.

July Heat!

So now the rays of the Sun have just about fried everything that is not connected to a water source. It is an amazing feeling to walk out on the hillsides and see all the various trees flourishing amidst this heat. I carefully check the emitters to ensure that every system is faithfully discharging water on the daily schedule. Next week Olga and I will be on the East Coast for a few days, and it is amazing to think that while we are gone, religiously, the water will flow in such a manner that all the plants will be happy in their quest for life and balance. And, so it goes!

The Kubota is here.....At last!

With a BX25 Kubota as part of the farm equipment @ Bell Springs, the new season begins. The work that I have been doing by hand over the past 35 years has been a pleasure, however, the time has come to ratchet things up a bit. My new friend, Mr BX 25, will help me to accomplish things and avoid tendinitis in my arms, which incidentally, didn't used to happen to me! I am ready to become an apple producer, and in order to make this goal come true, I need some serious help. So, here we are. And, I'll add, I love driving this thing. I can move a quarter of a yard of compost right up to the orchard gate, and make quick work of an activity that might have taken a couple of hours, pushing the wheel barrel up hill. Ultimately, my hope is to be able to have more apples available for harvest and eating. Yummy!

Spring is around the Corner!

Spring will officially arrive in just a couple of weeks, and things are beginning to shift in dramatic ways. The grass is green and the buds on the tress are swelling and getting impatient to burst. I see honey bees out looking for wildflower blooms. The water in the seasonal creeks is flowing and things seem to be "abuzz" and as vibrant as ever. I have done quite a bit of pruning, getting the trees in shape for the new apple bearing season. We've got a little fence planned for around some raised beds that will exclusively be a "kitchen garden" for those living in the cabin. We are heading into the new growing season with lots of enthusiasm and hopes for a productive and abundant harvest. Hopefully we will be using the new fruit dehydrator for the drying of organic apples. Blessings!

Transformation......

Life guarantees change! What once was so important and real is now gone. And, so it goes. I am embracing the movement of the wheel of fortune as it whirls past me and sets the stage for the next transmogrify. The chicken coop that stood in the center of the orchard for oh so many years could not with stand this tidal wave of movement. There is now a bench or ledge that runs the hillside traversing the rolling hills. The grape arbor is being dismantled after more than 25 years of saluting to the sun each morning in favor of open space and a new gazebo below it. No, I didn't sit down with a neat and tidy plan and lay it all out on graph paper. The magic of the universe simply has allowed it to unfold, each step a unique leaning in a new direction, not necessarily planned. The intuition of the land is working to cast its spell and who is to say just what will result in the end? All I know is that I am happily part of this project, and I am glad to be swept along with the this foolish current to whatever it is that the elementals have determined that this garden shall be. The spirit of earth and all the beings are bonding together to make the wonder of nature and its fruit. In this case apples!

Time for New Trees!

January is bare root season, and, we are taking full advantage of that opportunity. This year, on Sunday January 10th, I planted two Arkansas Black and two "Crippen" Pink Lady apple trees. It is always a creative effort to find new space in the existing orchard. This season I felt inspired to go with the old adage, "Out with the old and in with the new!" I dug out two very old Apricot Trees that have never actually produced any fruit, to allow their space to be given to these new members of the orchard. Although it pulled at my heart strings some to see these two trees go away, as the blossoms are utterly beautiful, I need to remember that the current mission of the orchard is to produce apples. With that in mind, things are moving in the direction they are.

I also dug up a volunteer apple tree under the Gravenstein that is getting too big to remain where it is. Assuming it survives the transplant, this tree will be on the list of trees to be grafted this spring. When the weather warms, I will be bringing the camera to capture more pictures.

First Post of the New Year!

As will happen, the days turn into weeks, and the weeks months, and here we are at the start of a New Year, ready or not! The realization that the light will begin to overcome the darkness and a new spring will dawn is powerful at this time of year. The symbolism of new beginnings and the innocence of all of nature just floods the sky ways and envelopes all of the hidden voids surrounding this place we call space. It is righteous to be out on the land, and partake in this discovery that the raw energy of the planet allows this miracle of rebirth to happen year after year. The promise of all the things to come in the coming year and the willingness of nature to surrender to the caretakers of the land and become the farm that is imagined and willed from within is magical. Everywhere there is unity and purpose. I see the apple trees pruned, composted and blooming. I see the bees flying about and pollinating the blossoms. I see the branches giving way to leaves and growth. I feel the warm sun on my skin the same way the trunks of the trees feel the heat. I smell the wildflowers and grasses as they blow in the wind. Finally, I taste the first ripe Gravenstein, and savor the juicy flavor of this ambrosial fruit. Let it all unfold! I am ready for the New Year............