Honeyberries

Monday morning and the kids were off to school. I had my second cup of coffee and watched a squirrel through the office window biting off spruce cones from a lakeside tree and toss them down onto the kayaks. Thump. Fling. Thump. One cone after another sailed through the air. We have a policy about squirrels in our yard. If they stay off the house, they do not get shot. One good squirrel will defend its territory and I would rather have just one than several fighting over the prime real estate. This one has been busy this week. There is always something in his mouth as he traverses back and forth across the yard. Plants, cones, and other food miscellany. It is a reminder (as if we needed one) that it is time to start squirreling things away for winter. Ducks have been flocking up and at least two pairs of swans have passed through, resting on the lake briefly. Our willows are fading from green to gold.

7 Goldeneyes on the dock and 5 in the water.

One week ago on August 19, we had our first hard frost. It was 26° outside when I got up at 6 AM and 33° in the greenhouse. Yikes! In just a few hours my garden went from a late summer lush green to frosty silver and then as the day progressed, wilted brown. My son and I had spent hours Sunday evening closing the low tunnels and spreading frost blankets but it was too cold for too long for the frost sensitive plants to make it. Fall is finally here (though it took me all week to come to terms with that fact.) The cold hardy plants that have endured the hot dry summer shook the cold off and still look beautiful but the beans and squash and potato tops are done for.

I have been selling produce this summer and eating it fresh and now it is time to get busy putting it up for our family to eat through the winter. But instead of getting serious about harvesting, yesterday we finished the honeyberry bed and planted the nursery stock I purchased this past spring.

(Never heard of honeyberries? Check out this link for more information: http://honeyberryusa.com/about-honeyberry.html I ordered many of my plants from these folks and they were lovely to communicate with and the plants that arrived were healthy.)

Lonicera caerulea are shrubs thought to have originated in Russia but grow in northern climates around the globe and are in the honeysuckle family. They produce an early, elongated, blue hued berry that contain more antioxidants than blueberries. I have wanted to grow honeyberries for years, ever since I first learned about them, but perennial space in the garden is just now becoming a reality. This project has been hanging over me since May, and while a priority project this year, so many other projects had to be completed before this one could be started that it was delayed. It is amazing how the few summer months can slip by so quickly and with well intentioned to do lists remaining undone. Now it is late August and the poor plants are just getting into the soil. They will survive as they have well over a month to develop additional root structure but their growth next year would have been even better with a stronger root system had they gone into the ground in June. The new space is a deep garden bed 3 feet wide and 75 feet long. I raised it with additional topsoil to about 4 inches above the pathway and added fish bone meal and my son watered the parched soil really well. The honeyberries were planted 5 feet apart with a bucket of compost each. I only had 12 and I have room for two more that I will order next spring. It will take a few years for them to start producing but I am looking forward to harvesting berries at home.

So far we have red, white, and black currants, red and golden raspberries, aronia berries, and now honeyberries planted in 4 of the 5 perennial beds that line the vegetable garden fencing. Progress! This year the three year old black currants are by far the best producers though the two year old red and white currants did pretty well considering they had been damaged by snowshoe hares.

The last of the black currant berries. We have two gallons in the freezer!

The raspberries would have preferred irrigation with this dry summer but we still got a great crop. We planted the aronia berries this summer as an experiment and will see if they make it through the winter. After we finished planting and watering in the honeyberry plants yesterday, we mulched them with a truckload of last years cottonwood leaves. They will work on sending out new roots until the ground freezes.

Newly planted honeyberry mulched with cottonwood leaves.

I can check that project off the list (finally!) Time to get busy harvesting and processing the annual vegetable crops. The napa cabbages had an enormous amount of root maggot damage (they did not get beneficial nematodes in their soil this year) but several were still good or just had small damaged parts that were easy to trim off. I harvested all the good and bagged up the bad to burn later, including roots and some soil to remove the pupae from the garden bed. I will also fence off that area and put a few chickens in there to try and remove any lingering pupae. I should have pulled the entire crop when I first saw the damage but did not get to it and the root maggots prepared themselves for winter. As one of my biggest pests, I have to stay on top of the population as much as possible.

One pest free napa cabbage

I chopped up, blanched (3 minutes in steam and then into ice water, drain, twirl in a lettuce spinner, pack into freezer bags), and froze the cabbages for winter soup. They are especially good with ramen. (I love the millet and rice ramen noodles by Lotus Foods that Costco carries.)

Slightly overgrown but still delicious!

I also pulled the majority of the bigger onions. I need more space to dry them! An Alaska farm I follow on facebook, Chugach Farm, has a multi use sauna building where they cure onions and potatoes in the fall with wood heat. I love that idea. Wood Frog Farm needs a sauna!

Dakota tears onions

My favorite part of this week was collecting worms, another project conceived last winter and not done till the last minute at the end of summer. The kids and I spent an afternoon helping our friends dig their potato harvest. The garden we were digging from has history stretching back 100 years when it was a part of a group of homesteads that grew hay, potatoes, wheat, and vegetables for the copper mining communities of McCarthy and Kennecott. I have helped out in that garden on and off for 12 years and it is full of healthy, overwintering earthworms. Earthworms are not native to Alaska (or North America if you want to get technical) and they are somewhat controversial when it comes to introducing them. But for a garden grown using organic methods they are pretty important as part of the soil biome. They move nutrients around the soil layers, break down nutrients so that they are bioavailable to plants, and aerate the soil. I do not know if these worms were first introduced by the homesteaders who cleared the land or by later landowners who gardened for themselves. I do know that these earthworms are survivors. My garden is surrounded by a compacted soil road that separates it from the Boreal Forest so I feel relatively confident that the earthworms will remain in the garden. While digging the potatoes last week, we collected worms and I spread them out under the plants in the perennial beds in my garden. Another step towards a healthy soil biome and farm generated fertility.

Earthworms

Till next week!

Too Much Crowing

All the fireweed in our area has gone to seed but we found this perfect beauty on the north side of a boulder on McCarthy creek.

“You can’t run away on harvest day” is chapter 14 of Barbara Kingsolver’s wonderful book Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: Our year of seasonal eating. While she is referring to her turkeys about to be harvested, that is how I felt this week, however much I might have wanted to run away from the constant crowing of several 14 week old Freedom Ranger cockerels. Chicks are usually ordered and shipped up in the spring and while that works well for layer chicks, May meat chicks are ready for harvest in late July or August (depending on breed) which is right in the middle of the garden harvest. It was hard to switch gears to butchering with our warm August weather, but the crowing was insistent, and as the cockerels are harder to pluck the older they get, I carved out a day to do the deed. Last Thursday I set up tables, knives, twine, a borrowed turkey fryer base for heating scalding water, a hose with running water, and buckets for heads, feathers, and guts. I do not butcher fowl often enough to remember what to do year to year, so I spent some time online refreshing my memory. I found this website which has an excellent series of articles on butchering chickens.

https://www.themodernhomestead.us/article/Butchering-Ready.html

And then I tried to recruit my children for plucking help. Butchering alone is really not a lot of fun as there are so many steps and just one more pair of hands is really helpful. But alas my very somber children proclaimed that today was actually the day they had to deep clean their bedroom. (I had at one point threatened to not take them to the fair if they did not clean their room and then promptly forgot about it.) So I was on my own, and as the kids did an amazing job on their room, it was almost worth not having help.

Food for winter

I started out thinking I would be able to whip out the 2 year old Australorp rooster with weak legs, the 8 cockerels, AND the 10 female broilers for a total of 19 birds but I only got the first 9 done before the kids got hungry and by the time dinner was over it was starting to get dark. I don’t have a killing cone and the hatchet and stump technique has never been my style (or maybe it is because I do not have a hatchet.) I tied them upside down from the steel cross bar of my backhoe forks and using a large sharp knife quickly cut their heads off to bleed out. Into the pot of 145° water for just over a minute, pluck, eviscerate, and into the cooler with ice. Repeat. While I would have loved for someone to stop by and keep me company, or help out, I am truly glad no wayward tourist chose this time to come down our driveway to the lake as the bloody knives strewn about the table and my own personage covered with blood splatter and clinging feathers might have put them off Alaska altogether. A neat and tidy chicken butcherer I am not.

This was the first year I peeled the feet with the chicken carcass and it was so much easier that doing the feet later.

Three bits of advice from the above mentioned website improved my technique. The first was using a 3-tined hand cultivator to move the carcass up and down in the scalding water and hook a leg to pull it out. It worked wonderfully! I used to hold them by the feet and plunge it up and down in the water but this way the feet get scalded at the same time, saving me from having to scald and peel them later. The second was testing the length of the scald by trying to peel the scaly bit of the shank on the leg. When it came right off the scald was done. Using this technique made for very easy plucking. Third was the mention of popping the cuticle off the toe when peeling the feet. I have always nipped the ends of the feet off because the nails seemed dirty but with this scalding technique the outside layer of the feet including the nail covering comes right off (with a satisfying pop) and leaves a very clean product. Why keep the feet? Chicken soup, broth and stock is so much richer with a few feet added and the collagen the feet contain is good for your digestive tract.

Necks and feet are saved separately for adding to stock

Two days in the fridge for a proper chilling time and then into the freezer for delicious winter meals. I know I will appreciate the wonderful white meat during the winter to break up the sometimes monotonous lean red meat of caribou and moose. But for now there are still 10 Freedom Ranger females needing to be butchered this week. And of the 28 dual purpose Australorp chicks we hatched this spring, 19 are cockerels and one of them just started crowing Saturday morning. I guess I have to add them to the to do list too!

Freezer camp

The Kenny Lake Fair was on Saturday and we drove up Friday to enter some of our produce for judging. I have never done that before and it was fun to learn how to prepare the produce for show. On Saturday we looked at the vegetable exhibits and saw we got a blue ribbon for our romanesco, cauliflower, and murdoc cone cabbage. And a blue ribbon and grand prize ribbon for our giant kohlirabi. It is a small fair and just for fun, no stiff competition. It is an important exhibit to demonstrate to folks what can grow up here.

Gigante Kohlirabi
Janvel Cauliflower This one got a virtual blue ribbon as they had run out of ribbons.
Murdoc cabbage
Scarlet Nantes Carrots. I think these got 2nd place. There was another plate with a score of 99.

The kids and I headed to McCarthy early Monday morning to deliver a veggie box to the winning bidders from the Wrangell Mountains Center fundraiser auction. We also brought out 70 pounds of carrots to sell (divided into 7 pound bags for $20 each.) What a carrot year it has been!

My harvest helpers
So many delicious carrots
Carrot rinsing
White onions for the veggie box (Denise J. photo)

On our drive out to McCarthy, we were treated to a gorgeous view of Mt Blackburn and Castle Mountain. Since then smoke from the Swan Lake Fire has settled in and just gotten thicker. The smoke has obscured our mountains and the air tastes like charcoal. So much of our state has burned this year and with the higher average temperatures, increasing wind, and drought conditions, it is scary to think that it will just get worse.

Another thing that happened Monday morning was a hard, hard frost. A bit early for such a sustained cold. We often get nipped this time of year but it was 26° when I got up at 6. The greenhouse was 33° and I quickly started a fire to warm it up. The squash and potatoes and green beans were hit really hard. The tunnels provide about 5° of protection and it was just too cold for the crops to stay alive. The hardest loss for me was my sunflowers. They were so majestically tall and covered in swelling blooms. The flowers made me smile every time I walked through the gate into my garden. A few survived but look pretty rough and droopy. Somewhat like myself after this long and busy season I suppose. We have lots of plants to remove to the compost as well as lots more to harvest. The season is starting to draw to a close. The kids just started school. And it is time to get the freezers stocked up with what is left in the garden.

This guy hung out with Sylvia and I for quite a while when we were cutting and removing frosted squash plants.

Till next week…