Long Overdue Hydroponic Garden Update

I took some pictures last night, while Jay was outside covering the plants in preparation for the cold, and when I realized I hadn't posted about the garden since May, I figured I should fix that.  We have been thwarted by squirrels ever since we started our garden.  They ate almost every tomato we've grown (or at least taken big bites out of them) along with a whole tower full of swiss chard as it was just sprouting.  We decided to fight with a steel cage match of sorts.

before

after

Before, the squirrels (and probably fruit rats, but we try not to think about that) had free access to all of our garden goodies.  Now, the entire set of 10 towers has been enclosed in chicken wire, including the top.  This has had a profound (and not unexpected) effect on our productivity.  Duh.






Since the drastic steps, we've been able to re-grow the swiss chard, to the point where both chickens and humans can enjoy it.  We also supplied two counties of family with lettuces on Thanksgiving.  There have been tomato feasts, cucumber festivals (of sorts) and radishes galore.  I had forgotten how much I love radishes.
I even harvested so much thyme that it took me three days with the dehydrator getting all of it preserved.  That much thyme is also a little bit nauseating to smell, by the way.  It ended up not even filling a quart sized mason jar.  Everyone act surprised at Christmas if you get a Gift of Thyme from us :-D

I took a bit of inventory last night.  We have asian eggplants for the chickens, two kinds of lettuce, two kinds of tomatoes, red beets, sweet Florida onions, two kinds of non-Plant City strawberries (this will make sense to my Florida readers), two kinds of swiss chard, snow peas, a boatload of thyme (yes, even after all that harvesting), and two kinds of basil and mint.  I'm probably forgetting something that I'll remember after I hit PUBLISH.  Isn't that always the way?  I've gotten a chuckle or two watching The Ladies follow Jay into the cage to see if he'll give them some swiss chard, or to eat some beet greens that are hanging over the side within beak-reach.

herb tower

lots of thyme

We still have issues with squash getting powdery mildew.  Squash doesn't do so well in high humidity, I guess.  We have huge plants, huge leaves that bloom but don't flower... and then get mildewy.  But most everything else is doing really well.

first cuke

I'm pleased with the strawberries, despite their slow start, although if they make gorgeous berries with no flavor, like the variety we planted the last two seasons, it will probably be the last time we grow them.

berry and onion tower

When the weather threatened to get close to freezing last night, we (and when I say, "we" in this case, it means the incredibly tall and handsome man I'm married to) reused some old sheets to cover the towers to keep the tomatoes from freezing, after harvesting all of them that had started to get red on them.  One of the best things about growing hydroponically (aside from more yield, squirrels notwithstanding) is that we save water.  Not just when we grow, but even when it gets cold.  Last year the traditional strawberry farmers, for example, pumped so much water out of the aquifer in the Plant City area that it caused massive amounts of sink holes and water shortages all around the area.  Hydroponic growers can do like we did, and just cover the towers, and not need to spray water as a protective coating on the berries to keep them safe.  We also can turn the pumps on and off, since they're on timers, and we can make sure the unit doesn't water on days without sun.  Handy, huh?

tall and handsome Jay

cold harvested 'maters and cuke

There were probably more than a dozen tomatoes in here, and one cuke.

swiss chard harvest

It took two green bags to store all this swiss chard.



















Before we went to bed, we (remember what 'we means'?) put some plant lights out under them whole thing, to keep everybody warm.  Between that and the red heat lamp we have in the henhouse, it looked like we had the biggest french fry lights in the world in our back yard.

good night, Garden!

good night, Chickies!

The Swag: Vacation of a Lifetime

view from The Swag

This year, following the The Storytelling Festival, we treated ourselves to a few more days in the Smoky Mountains at The Swag in Waynesville, NC.  We found out about The Swag from one of our all-time favorite storytellers, Donald Davis, and his wife, Merle.  Over the years we've been going to the festival we'd become acquainted with Donald and Merle.  At dinner the last night of the festival, they mentioned that they were going up to The Swag for the next week, where Donald would tell stories in the afternoons and evenings, and also lead hikes and walks and talk about the area in which The Swag is located.  Donald is uniquely qualified for that, since his family settled the area in the late 1700s and Donald himself grew up in Waynesville.  We were going to be in Waynesville for the next week, so we decided we'd see if there was going to be room at the inn, and lucky for us, there was.

'back yard' of the main building

The driveway gate is 2.5 miles from the inn, most of the way up a 5,000+ elevation mountain.  You go up 1,000 feet in elevation on the driveway.  The inn itself was constructed in 1971 on 200+ acres from reclaimed logs from historic buildings, the oldest structure dates back to 1795.  The land was last used as a potato farm, and is bordered by the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.  Four of the six highest mountain ranges are visible from the property.

Jay in front of our lodge

raised beds in the garden

The Swag has won numerous awards including several from Conde Nast and others for the food (much of which is local - some of which is produced on the property's garden) as well.

The Inn has also received 2 green 'eco leafs' on  I Stay Green  and is a member of the Haywood County Green Business Initiative.  I can honestly say we've never been to a more warm and welcoming place.  The staff was around in an unobtrusive way.  The chef-prepared food was amazing, with well-thought-out menus to choose from, that were very healthy and incredibly accommodating for special dietary needs.  There was something for everyone, from locally made venison sausage, fresh fruits and vegetables, to artisan cheeses and fresh cookies at tea time (which sounds way more formal and fussy than it was.)  Three meals, afternoon tea and pre-dinner appetizers are included each day of your stay.  The most unique meal included is the lunch option on the last day. They will either pack you a backpack with lunch to take with you on a hike on the property after you check out, or they'll put it in a picnic hamper, or box it up for you to take with you if you can't stay.  Not to be missed are The Swag Bars (made from copious amounts of chocolate and peanut butter.)

Donald on the Deck

Merle on the Deck

The highlight of our trip were the hikes we took with Donald and Merle.  Donald took us on a hike around the property, and through part of the Smoky Mountains National Park.  He told us all about the trees and plants as well as about local history including the Civilian Conservation Corps project that built the fence (still standing) that borders the Inn and the Park.  We learned how to tell the difference between types of pines and firs, and hiked to an old cabin that was preserved on the grounds of the park.

cabin in the park

Merle was so sweet to walk with me at the end of the group.  I was still in my ankle brace, and was very careful to watch my steps.  The trail was very well maintained, and there weren't a lot of spots that were uneven, so I did really well considering the circumstances.  The Swag lets you choose a walking stick of various kinds of wood that they personalize for you with your name and the year.  Mine was a the most crooked dogwood one in the bunch, and Jay's is a very big, manly and heavy one made from a sassafras sapling.

Lunchtime on the hike

hikers

Our room at The Swag was bigger (and ten times nicer) than our house.  It had two bathrooms, one of which had a jacuzzi tub and a steam shower (which was awesome) and a fireplace, along with the king size bed and XM radio.  The lodge our room was in also had a library, common area with fireplace, sauna and basement racquetball courts.

Ridgeview Room

Malcolm Matthews, Swag Cat

 Another highlight was Malcolm, the Swag Cat.  He's a big gray dude that hangs out around the lodge and basks in the sunshine.  He has a brush conveniently located for all the guests to accommodate his grooming needs.  He also can be found on Facebook, which cracks me up.  

The Swag holds several special events during the months they are open to the public, from storytellers to musicians and naturalists, these special evens make an already magical place even more special.

 Our time at The Swag is going to be a memory we hold onto forever.  The hospitality of Deener and Dan Matthews is unparalleled.  The gorgeous mountain views and weather would be memorable under any circumstances; but to share them with Donald and Merle made this an experience even more precious.   They are two of the most kind and gracious people we've ever met.  We love going to the mountains, and love our time at Storytelling even more - but getting the opportunity to go to The Swag after the festival this year was the icing on the cake.  I'm already setting aside a "Swag Fund" so we can save up to go back - maybe next year.

picnic area near Valley View

fall foliage

near the old park border fence

Storytelling Festival

Every year in October, since 2001, Jay and I have gotten 'Cari-d Away' to Jonesborough, Tennessee for the National Storytelling Festival.  If we went nowhere else all year long, we'd make sure we went to this festival.  It's hard to explain sometimes why we'd willingly turn off all of our devices (okay, that's not hard to imagine) and sit in folding chairs for three solid days (and sometimes a night or two, also) and listen to stories.  The 'unplugged' part of this experience makes it 'green.' But once they've done it, I think most people would agree that the physical discomforts are far made-up-for by the lift gained in the energy of this place, at this festival.

Terry Countermine

Jay with Sandy Countermine

We've been blessed with wonderful friends in town, Terry and Sandy Countermine and Jeff and Peggy Fabozzi, who have graciously opened their homes and hearts to us every year so we can enjoy the festival from a local's view (complete with REAL bathrooms during set breaks.)  Trust me, after three days, even the nicest porta-potties in the world (which these actually are) get ripe. We are treated to a fantastic chili supper at Terry and Sandy's after the sing-along on Friday Night.  It's always just cool enough to make chili the perfect food for kicking off the festival.  Staying with Peggy and Jeff or Terry and Sandy is also really special because accommodations within the town are booked for 20+ years.  No foolin'.  We took this photo at the bed and breakfast on main street 9 years ago.

Peggy and Jeff playing the Comb

The town sets up HUGE revival-type tents throughout, and storytellers (and some musicians) from around the world take the stages and capture our hearts. Over the years we've been fortunate enough to also meet and befriend some of the tellers and their families. They are some of the kindest, most open-hearted people we've ever met. This year we got to hear our friend Corinne Stavish tell on stage for the first time. Corinne has been an emcee in other years, and we've always looked forward to hearing her tell. She told a fabulous story about a trip to Europe she took with her children. It was even more endearing because this year, we got to meet them, as well.

Corinne Stavis

 We've met Donald Davis and his wife, Merle (think the Bono of Storytelling) and Barbara McBride Smith and her husband Dennis, Willy Claflin, Ed Stivender and my new favorite this year, Kim Weitkamp. Kim was a minister serving in a retirement home, and told really heartwarming stories about the people there, as well as a really sweet song and story about her parents' love for one another called "Penny Candy Love."  She and her grown siblings realized a few years ago just what mom and dad were up to on those occasional Saturdays when their dad sent them on a very long walk into town to the candy store for a treat.  We bought her CD and took her stories home with us this year, and I've started following her on Facebook.  We were able to extend the good vibes this year after the festival ended when we joined Donald and Merle at The Swag (look for my post about that experience soon) the week after Storytelling.

Barbara and Dennis

We have been privileged to be invited to the Yarnspinners Party on Saturday night on festival weekend, where we've had a great time singing and watching the dancing and getting to rub elbows with the Storytelling Royalty.  This year was a very mixed bag (like it is every year) but how often do you get to hear Hava Nagila played with a Banjo and a Git-fiddle? (a homemade one-man-band type device) Or the 93 year old grand dame of Storytelling, Kathryn Tucker Windham, sing "Show Me the Way to go Home" with re-arranged lyrics "Show Me the Home to go Way"?

As soon as we go to the first set on Sunday, which is the set called Sacred Telling (people tell more spiritually-but-not-necessarily-religious themed pieces) I start getting a little bit wistful because I know it'll be over soon.  By the last set, I'm usually a bit weepy, especially if we hear Ed Stivender sing his "Yankee Come Home" song about the festival. Me being me, of course, I try to smart-ass my way out of the mood by changing the lyrics to "Yankee Go Home" but it never works.  

And then, the sun goes down, we gather at Terry and Sandy's house again and reminisce about who are favorites were and who we can't wait to hear next year (or not...)  We always leave refreshed and renewed, and in such a peaceful state of mind.  The plans for next year are already forming.  Someday, we hope to live in Jonesborough and be able to pay it forward and host other people as they discover this wonderful event.

Night falls on The Swapping Ground