Well, it's been over a year since I half-heartedly started this blog. I just reactivated it so I could ask a question on another blog I follow regularly, The Archdruid Report. I was surprised when it wouldn't let me create an account, and instead reactivated this one. I had no idea this one still existed.
Yes, you could call me a technophobe.
Anyway, I guess trying to recap everything since last May would be pretty pointless. This year, I have been struggling with melons, squash, sunflowers, cukes, eggplant, beans, peas, okra, and a few misc. experiments. I also raised 24 cornish cross broilers up to large "game hen" size this spring, but have put that project on hold until I get a solution for the processing. Other projects on long-term horizon are a rainwater system, home and barn improvements, wildlife buffers, and game management.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
I created this blog to record and keep track of what I'm doing on my farm in Leflore County, Mississippi. It's called "Last Resort MS" because there's already a "last Resort Farm" on the web, some very nice folks in Vermont. Though the name of my farm might not be original, it has a certain pedigree. My great-grandmother gave it that name back in the 1860's. My family has owned this piece of land since not long after the Civil War.
The story is that my great-grandfather, a pioneer doctor, acquired the first parcel of what would eventually be Last Resort Plantation in payment for a medical debt. When he came home and informed his wife of that, she commented, "You'd better name it Last Resort, because we might end up there." Those were the hard years of Reconstruction, and, sure enough, that year (probably a lot like this year, come to think of it) the spring waters didn't recede till it was almost too late to plant. The story is they had to follow the receding floodwaters and plant in the mud. Got 700 bales off of 700 acres and had to give it up. Hmmm.... I planted some okra and peas in the mud yesterday.
So, yes, I might be a bit of a doomer, but I come by it honestly.
More as I get to it. One thing about living in the country is I have to come into town for the internet.
The story is that my great-grandfather, a pioneer doctor, acquired the first parcel of what would eventually be Last Resort Plantation in payment for a medical debt. When he came home and informed his wife of that, she commented, "You'd better name it Last Resort, because we might end up there." Those were the hard years of Reconstruction, and, sure enough, that year (probably a lot like this year, come to think of it) the spring waters didn't recede till it was almost too late to plant. The story is they had to follow the receding floodwaters and plant in the mud. Got 700 bales off of 700 acres and had to give it up. Hmmm.... I planted some okra and peas in the mud yesterday.
So, yes, I might be a bit of a doomer, but I come by it honestly.
More as I get to it. One thing about living in the country is I have to come into town for the internet.
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