a man and his hoe

every day is a good day

Category: Reflections

  • Poo Power

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    It’s midwinter, and baby it’s cold outside. Cold, windy, and wet. But poo never rests. Mixed with straw and, in this case, shredded paper, it is generating heat. Actually it is all the bacteria feasting on the chicken poo which is creating the heat. The compost pile is coming alive and getting warmer by the day.

    Done correctly, a sizable compost pile will keep an unheated hoop house from freezing. Place thick pipes in it, and a steady flow of warm air will flow from the center of the pile. It’s amazing what poo will do.

  • The Swans Beckon

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    The skies are infinitely gray. The darkest days of the year are upon us. We are greeted with darkness upon waking up. The light doesn’t last as long as supper. It is easy to close your eyes and sleep. But the swans beckon. In vast flocks they trample the sodden fields, honking and telling us to cheer up. “Look at all the wonderful mud!” they honk as they splash their way back and forth on big, webbed feet. We’re kinda of luckier than them. When we run through mud, we can feel it oozing between our toes. When swans waddle through mud, their webbed feet keep the mud from squishing between their toes.

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  • How Fresh Are Your Eggs – Most Likely Not Very

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    Yesterday we went shopping at our co-op. It’s where we do much of our shopping. I was curious as to how fresh their eggs were, and the freshest eggs I could find were those packed 8 days ago. There were also eggs that were packed more than 30 days ago.

    According to the USDA: “Many eggs reach stores only a few days after the hen lays them.” Hmmm, I’ve yet to encounter such fresh eggs in a supermarket. They typically are two to six weeks old.

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    The USDA has no legal definition for the word “Fresh” when it comes to eggs. It does have a definition for “Fresh Poultry” which is:

    FRESH POULTRY:
    “Fresh” means whole poultry and cuts have never been below 26 °F (the temperature at which poultry freezes). This is consistent with consumer expectations of “fresh” poultry, i.e., not hard to the touch or frozen solid.
    In 1997, FSIS began enforcing a final rule prohibiting the use of the term “fresh” on the labeling of raw poultry products whose internal temperature has ever been below 26 °F.
    The temperature of individual packages of raw poultry products labeled “fresh” can vary as much as 1 °F below 26 °F within inspected establishments or 2 °F below 26 °F in commerce.
    Fresh poultry should always bear a “keep refrigerated” statement.
    (USDA – Meat and Poultry Labeling Terms)

    I’ll keep looking for these phantom, a few days old eggs, the USDA claims are on store shelves. If I find any, I’ll let you know. Tomorrow, I’m going to have a chat with Karen at the USDA. I was going to chat with her this morning, but she doesn’t chat on Thursdays. I wonder what she does on Thursdays. I’m going to find out what the USDA thinks consumer expect when they see phrases like “farm fresh” on eggs.

  • Where the Frog Kings Rule

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    While gathering fallen leaves for the vegetable beds, I stumbled upon a multi-layered throne in the land of the frogs. It’s all quiet for now as the frogs sleep through the winter, but come this spring, millions and millions of them will crawl out of their earthen abodes to let everyone know they rule supreme. From dusk to dawn, their chorus will drown out all other voices, like trolls on the internet.

    This multi-level throne must be where the frog kings and queens proclaim their edicts, and where they discuss with their knights and lords, what to do about the marauding chickens, who devour their tadpoles and young, and how to vanquish the evil herons who hunt them mercilessly all night long. They no doubt plot how to lure snakes into the depths of the pond so they can drown them.

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  • Take Time to Stop and Smell the Roses or Enjoy the Frost

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    Going out this morning to work on some vegetable beds, I had to pause to enjoy the morning frost. In the process, I discovered a pair of gloves I didn’t even realize I’d lost. At times it pays to stop and smell the roses or enjoy the frost.

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