It’s that time of year when Oregon weather is playing dice with our fruit trees. We’ll have a few 40°F nights, and then a few 34°F nights. One night it dropped to 33°F just to keep us guessing. One of my main arguments for raising ruminants for meat is that grass will grow through anything, but many vegetable crops are very weather dependent. One hard frost at this time of year can decimate the fruit crop.
It’s that time of year when we are running out of firewood. We’ve burned through the cedar and oak stacked under cover and the house remodeling scraps stored in our barn. At this point we are left attacking those “ugly pieces” of oak that troubled the hydraulic splitter. The piece below went in the fire a few days ago. It’s the sort of grain pattern that could only be loved by someone who’s never swung a splitting maul.
It’s that time of year when the grass is growing explosively from the combination of downpours and sunlight. While the tractor sits waiting for an oil change, a grease job, and drier soil, the grass is racing toward knee high on much of our property.