Finally!

I got the rest of the tomatoes and eggplant harvested out of the garden, then got all of the plants cleaned out and all but one bed worked up and prepared for planting.  I almost fell over from heat exhaustion and my hands are hurting from all the pulling, but it’s done.  Now if I can get down there for a little bit of time each night I can get seeds planted.

Later in the afternoon, I made sauce from the tomatoes I harvested and then made two lasagna casseroles.  Not exactly August fare, but it was darned good.  The sauce was made from our tomatoes, the sausage was from our pigs and the cheese was goat cheese.  Now that’s eating local!  Too bad I’m not good about taking photos because the lasagna looked beautiful in my second-hand blue bowls.

If I were to be good about taking pictures, I would have taken one of my feet last night.  They were black with garden dirt.

We got some rain yesterday evening which was welcome.  Looks like Hurricane Irene may impact the Carolinas over the weekend.  Hopefully it won’t be a bad storm.

The guy I bought the goat buck from is coming out tonight with his brother to buy the rabbit hutches and more Brown Leghorn hens.  That will put some money back into the farm fund which is a good thing because we’ll need to buy more grain early this week and hay soon.  We’ve been buying alfalfa hay brought in from the Midwest by the veterinarian that lives across the street.  I’d like to be able to feed more local hay, but I can’t get anything local with the protein level the goats need to produce well.  They don’t get it every night; a few nights a week we don’t give them any hay which forces them to go out and forage.  Dairy goats can be very lazy beasts, they’d just as soon lay around and be spoon-fed than to go out and work for their food.  Once they dry off and some of them are starting to slow down already, they’ll be fed only local grass hay and whatever forage they choose to eat.  Once they are dry, I won’t feed any grain.

I believe one of the goats, Socks, has already been bred.  The new buck is still being a perfect gentleman.  Maybe he’ll be able to live with the does most of the year.  I’ll be glad when he stops smelling so bad.  I went out this morning to open the gate for Wally to head out to work and caught a whiff of him as I was walking down the driveway.  Lovely: Eau du Billy Goat.  I have not found that living a buck with the does while they are milking affects the taste of the milk in any way.  I clean their udders really well before milking them and make sure I don’t touch the buck before I milk.  That means I need to keep a stock stick near the gate in case he tries to come through the gate with the does.

Even though it’s still dark out, I need to get out to milk.  If everything goes well, I may have time to get some green beans in the ground before I need to get ready for work.  Might as well get some more garden dirt on my feet before taking a shower.

Until later …