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August 2008

Monday, August 4, 2008 – The Official Drink of Makaria Farm

I realized the other day that our strawberry farm might not be a coincidence, given that Brock’s favourite alcoholic beverage is a strawberry daiquiri. I confronted/reminded Brock, and we immediately drove to the liquor store to buy some rum.

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Sunday, August 10, 2008 – Farm Fest 2008

Hugs and strawberries to all the wonderful people who visited us this weekend for our first ever farm party! The weather was shitty, which meant I couldn’t roast marshmallows like I’d planned, but we managed to fit everyone into our tiny home and ate a LOT of good, fresh farm food. My favourite part was the guitar & harmonica singalong. Thank you so much for coming and filling our house with happy times! Brock and I have been working our asses off this year, and it was a pleasure to be able to share our farm with the people we love.

Some highlights:
– collecting eggs with Kyle, Adrian and Shoshanah
– herding runaway hens with Sho
– strawberries with chocolate and kahlua whipped cream for dessert
– the roasted veggies, with Russian Blue potatoes from our farm neighbours
– Brock and the Cutler boys singing Rap Trax II songs in the dark, once we were tucked in and going to sleep
– yummy WINE, contributed by the Chalifour clan, Adrian, and Dan & Steve Cutler
– breakfast the next morning: fresh eggs, Cowichan Valley bacon, spelt flour bread (made while drunk, post-party), taters from the fields, and Sho’s french toast with fresh strawberries and leftover kahlua whipped cream
– the odour of our neighbour’s fields, freshly sprayed with manure tea
– Janene’s Martha-Stewart-quality cupcakes
– many, many farm tours as guests arrived
– Sho and Steve eating raw kohlrabi in the fields
– the Xtreme radishes (such a small veggie, such a lot of kick)
– the tomato, basil and mozzarella plate

Sunday, August 24, 2008 – To market, to market

We’ve been selling all our veggies, eggs and strawberries through our farm gate, our Harvest Box Program (CSA) and our mailing list orders, so when yesterday came and we were supposed to be at the Duncan Farmers Market, we had nothing ready to pick and sell. I’ve been half-wanting to stop going to the market, since we sell out by 11am and then I just stand around for 3 hours — time that I could be working on the farm. So we decided to set up our booth, with a table and a sign apologizing to our regulars, and then just sell from the farm Saturday. It worked REALLY well. Hopefully we haven’t alienated anyone who came just to purchase from us!

Harvest Share bags, ready to be picked up.

We’ve found that, if we have or expect a large harvest, we can just put out highways signs and we’ll have a steady stream of customers until we take the signs down. Doing this, we sold out between 2pm-6pm. Since we didn’t start selling until after noon, we were able to have a nice breakfast together, putter around in the veggie patch, pet the rabbits, and generally enjoy our Saturday morning. Then we put the signs out and picked berries and visited with our customers for the afternoon.

Aside from developing our sales techniques, we’re also busy these days figuring out our expansion plans for 2009. We’ve found that there is an almost ceaseless demand for high-quality, local, organic produce. We believe we’ll be able to sell as much as we can grow, since we can always expand to restaurants, B&Bs, retail outlets, and numerous other local farmer’s markets in the area (or just start attending the one we originally signed up for . . .). The problem is what we can physically do, since preparing the soil, planting, weeding and harvesting all take so much time. We have lots of options here too: hire WWOOFers (Willing Workers on Organic Farms), hire part-time labour, develop some sort of “u-pick” option, etc. Another crucial component: cost. Sure, we know we can sell tonnes of blueberries, but at $5-8/plant that adds up quickly. We’d love to offer meat birds, beef cows and turkeys, but that means investing in housing, feed and the stock animals. Ha ha — I just had a whole new understanding of “what comes first – the chicken (which you have to buy, feed and house) or the egg (which you can sell)?”

All in all, it takes a lot of thinking and figuring out what we want our farm to become. Luckily, it’s raining today, so we can’t pick strawberries (they’d rot): instead, we can sit inside and drink tea and make big, exciting plans for the future . . .

Brock gives our first ever sweet corn cob a thumbs up of approval.

June 2008

Monday, June 23, 2008 – The potatoes are flowering

The grass in the backyard (aka 6 acres of pasture) was getting really long, so Brock decided to ask our neighbour Don Fisher to cut it with his tractor rather than trying to mow it with our ride-on lawn tractor. The result: 536 bales of organic first-cut hay, which we’d sold within 48 hours for $5/bale to a variety of horse-owners, hay dealers and cattle ranchers. Who knew we could make money from letting our lawn grow??

The tractor and Don did most of the work – Don has a network of regular customers who buy the hay he bales – but Brock and I helped the customers load their hay, and that was tiring work. It was also REALLY cool to watch the baler, which somehow picks up the loose cut hay, mashes it into a big brick, and ties it up with baling twine before pooping it out the back.

This parable is just one more example of how we’re still learning. Another is the fact that our potato plants are now flowering, which is the weirdest idea since purple carrots. Apparently it’s a normal stage in the potato-growing process, but I can’t get over it. Potatoes grow UNDERGROUND. Everyone knows that. So Barbara Kingsolver blew my mind when she revealed they actually grow green leaves above ground, like normal plants, and Brock finished the job with his news the other day that the potatoes had started flowering. Pretty, purple flowers.

In other news: our Harvest Box Program starts next week! We’ve signed up 12 or so families, mostly either employees of Island Savings or members of our BNI (Business Networkers International) chapter. We expect to have strawberries, lettuce, peas, maybe zucchinis, and garlic scapes (they grow out of the tops of the garlic plants, and you’re supposed to pick them to improve the garlic bulb. They taste like garlic). Our first farmer’s market is this Saturday, and we’re excited since our strawberries are just starting to ripen in multiple-pint quantities.

Perhaps the greatest development on the farm these days is that our home is (almost) finished. My brother Joe is a journeyman carpenter, and he’s been staying with us while finding an apartment and work in Victoria. He sided our house, did the soffits and gutters, and helped pour (and stamp) concrete patios in the front and back. He also built me a huge farm stand for the front area.

Also: my parents, sister and nephew are visiting us this week. Nephew Hollis rode his John Deere around and we loaded it with peas, strawberries, and wild flowers (aka weeds). The adults, meanwhile, are mostly impressed with the stevia. Dad likes the conspiracy theories about how Dick Cheney and the aspartame lobby had stevia outlawed by the FDA, while mom and aunt Sylvia just like the idea of a plant that tastes like sugar.

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Wednesday, June 25, 2008 – Organic farming sucks

Firstly: HAPPY BIRTHDAY Q!!! I can’t believe you’re almost 30. I’d call to wish you a happy birthday, but the elderly need their rest.

Secondly: Organic farming sucks. We picked strawberries from the rows yesterday, to prepare the plants for our Saturday market. (The forecast calls for days of sunshine, so we’re hoping for a big-ish crop.) It was so depressing. We did get about 2-3 pints of perfect berries, suitable for sale, but most were mutant, or too small, or had been sampled by bugs. I can understand why farmers back in the ’50s or whatever were so excited to be offered chemical solutions to their pest and unpredictable-crop woes. I’ve heard from 1,000 people that farming “is hard work,” but the fact is that farming is apparently “hard work with little reward.” How tempting to know that hybrid plants and a regular dose of pesticides would leave me with millions of perfect red berries!

Before I contact a realtor and put our farm up for sale, however, I intend to maintain patience as the season progresses. Brock assures me that the first crop of first-year strawberries can be disappointing, until they figure out how to do their strawberry thing. And we can try a variety of chemical-free pest control strategies — beer traps for slugs, et cetera.

What I have learned from this: if I charge you $5 for a pint of perfect, organically-grown, best-you’ve-ever-eaten, still-warm-from-the-sun field strawberries, it’s worth every penny.

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Sunday, June 29, 2008 – People like us, they really do

We had our first ever day at the Duncan Farmers Market yesterday, and we did WAY better than we expected, considering our minimal crops (due to weather, organic pest control and 1st year learning curve, et cetera). People were so friendly and supportive, and we met more than one young couple who wants to get into farming or have just started farming. Very inspirational and exciting, considering the vast demand out there for organic, local products!

Aside from our successful day (coincidentally also the hottest day of the year so far – whew), the highlight was definitely meeting Tara and Cameron, a young couple who live in Vancouver with their dog, Rex. They’re interested in starting their own farm and came to the Island for a four day “farm honeymoon” to meet farmers and test out the community vibe. We met them at the farmer’s market and invited them to visit us in the afternoon so they could see our farm, and during our subsequent 2.5 hour visit Brock and I fell in love with them. Aside from being Good & Nice People, they are as interested in all the weird “food” stuff that we are — Tara even knew about how mainstream carrots used to be purple, red and white before the Dutch got their hands on them. They’ve been reading the same self-sufficiency books and had visited/worked on the hops farm in Sorento where we bought our hops this year. They actually opted to drink our well water when we sat out on the patio — they love well water, compared to the processed city water they’re used to. They were so poetic about well water “keeping you in touch with your farm” and being “natural” that Brock and I have almost been converted ourselves. We’re excited to see them again. I can’t wait to hear what they think of Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal, Vegetable, Miracle.

In the evening we went to Ladysmith for a decadent seafood feast prepared by my sister Evy. It was exactly the right way to spend an evening after the farmer’s market, drinking wine and being fed amazing food. My family has gone back to Invermere as of this morning, so Brock and I are once again empty-nesters.

Today I decided to christen our farm gate stand, so I set up a shady area, made a sign, and picked five pints of beautiful, sun-hot strawberries. Brock just went to check on the shade situation at the stand, and we’ve already sold a pint. I made $5 while sunbathing on the back porch and drinking iced tea.

Yes, about that.

New favourite thing about living on our farm: nudity. I’ve always wanted to lie in the sun buck naked without having to watch for neighbours. I can now do that. The best part is that I don’t even feel guilty about lolling in the sun on a beautiful Sunday instead of working, because it’s WAY TOO HOT to work in the fields today. Picking five pints of strawberries almost killed me. It’s 30-degrees already and expected to rise. Also, I’ve already made $5 and will likely make more.

And now: I think I will upload our new website . . . . give me about thirty minutes . . . www.makariafarm.com.