Cricket Song Farm

Cricket Song Farm

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Compost trumps Mulch

FarmHer Jill making compost

I always know when spring has officially arrived.  How do I know?  Well I begin to dream about planting gardens, ordering baby chicks, and all things outdoors.  Last night I had a funny dream, I even woke up my husband to tell him about it before I forgot the major parts.  You see, I was in an old klunker pick-up on a Big City freeway somewhere out there trying to find a meeting of some sorts or another to attend. The meeting was in a large, very tall building and I needed to park in a several story parting lot.  The meeting must have been real boring because I don't remember a thing about it!  As I was leaving, I couldn't remember which level I had parked my truck on so I asked a passer-by if the level I was on, was the one that came in off the freeway.  I explained to him, that I was an ole country, farm gal and didn't know my way around the city.  He just laughed at me and looking down his nose, he said, "So what, I don't care MULCH about you finding your truck!" (acting very snooty and superior about his own gardening accomplishments) Well, I really didn't think that was a very kind answer, so I kindly informed him,  "I also use mulch in my gardens, BUT I MAKE MY OWN COMPOST."  Because every good gardener knows,
 mulch is good, but..........  compost always trumps mulch!

Monday, March 16, 2015

Spring Fever

Spring Fever, it happens to me every year.
here's a post from 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013


I feel awful,
 I'm cranky,
 (and you all know I hate that).
My head hurts
I can't stay on track
my mind wanders.
I forget
I miss-place things.
When I can sleep,
I  dream about
shovels ---really.

I must be ill, deathly ill.
I call the doctor--not really--
I search the Internet
hoping to find a cure
or a clue to my demise.
I search for answers
I find what's ailing me,


it's real.
I have all the symptoms
there is no cure
except to wait it out
it will eventually run it's course
in the meantime
 I will plant seeds, lots of seeds, in little black pots
and set them in a sunny south window.
I will read about beautiful flowers
and draw plans for the gardens
I'll go bare-foot in the yard (as soon as the snow is gone)
I'll dig holes, lots of holes, to plant trees in
and spend my sleepless nights delivering adorable baby goats.
I feel better already.

Have you had a case of the dreaded spring fever too? 

I pulled up a few pictures of my garden (in Roosevelt) last year, just to remind me that
soon I will be planting......weeding......watering...and anxiously waiting for that first sun warmed tomato off the vine.

A section of the garden just south of the house

herbs will be planted on the south side of the garden shed

out behind the wood shed is another garden area

In this section 80 tomato plants of several varieties were planted.  I
will plant tomatoes here again this year, tomatoes are one plant that will do 
well planted in the same spot for several years.

Four curving rows, each measuring over 500 feet long, were planted with winter squash,
more tomatoes,  and vining crops

the rows were watered from the spring that is hidden back in the trees

I have about an eight week earlier planting season at Roosevelt so I can get my gardens in and the water system set up and everything on track before leaving to begin planting at the farm.

I will be planting squash at the farm, the squash bugs in Roosevelt destroyed most of my crop.

Rhubarb lining the pathway to the green house

Yep, I have a bad case of the dreaded Spring Fever, but a cure is in sight!

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Garden Art

On our trip to Arizona to see family we stopped in Sedona and visited several Art Galleries.  While wandering around this beautiful, quaint town nestled among the high mountains we found these stepping stones engraved with messages written by children.

Try making some for your garden.

Here is information about making a unique birdbath using Rhubarb leaves
 from an earlier post

this post will explain in detail how easy these are to make

Make several and place strategically in your yard,
Fill with water or birdseed

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Life isn't a basket of Rotten Apples

After going to the back porch, pulling open one of the dresser drawers filled with stored fruit and picking out the crispest apple in the drawer to eat, my husband came back with a grin on his face.  He told me once again one of his favorite memories of his Grandma, Deseret.  When he was young she would tell him about how she had to eat soft, rotten, mushy apples all winter.  Every few days her mother would send her down into the cellar and have her pick through the stored apples.  "Bring up the apples that are bruised, beginning to rot, and have turned mushy." her mother would direct.  " We need to save the good apples for later."
Needless to say, Grandma never ate a good, crisp apple all winter long.  By saving the good apples for later they would inevitably be turning soft and mushy before they were eaten.  I guess the moral of the story is.........saving for a rainy day is good advice, 
but don't put of living and enjoying life TODAY!