Category: Farmer Notes

To be sure, my prediction last month of a later start to this year’s farming has come home to roost. We’ve just begun in the last week or so, making this the tardiest beginning to the farming season in 25 years. With an already full soil profile at the beginning of “spring”, we’ve had several rains since and many nights around or below the freezing mark. An early fall last – a late this spring… Who knows what this means?!

Alas, the birds do not seem flustered and many a pair has also come home “to roost”, as others continue to pass north. A late push of both Lesser and Canada Geese filled the sky for a couple days last week, taking advantage of southerly fronts coming up from the Columbia Basin. Joining them, the rarer flights of Speckled Belly Geese as well as several flocks of Sandhill Cranes. Meanwhile, back down here hummingbirds flood the feeder, bluebirds joist about our fence post houses, blue grouse thump morning and evening, snipe trill up by the ponds and the on-going sweet song of the meadowlark is never far away. Even with perpetually cold hands and wind-blasted ears , these birds seem to warm the heart.

We began field work by cultivating the fields we had in 2016 crop that are now slated to come back into spring emmer. After a couple rounds of cultivation the soil is drier and warmed a bit now, even though temps remain cool. After a few days rest,  we go in and firm up the seed bed again, spread our minerals, and plant. We’ve established our primary fertility needs and a lot of them will be taken care of at planting with our calcium and phosphorous rock blend that comes from scarcely 100 miles east of here.

This year, we will both top-dress our minerals onto the field, as well as put some in-row with our seed through the amendment box on our new grain drill. My hope is to address both the very top layer of the soil while giving the actual seed row a boost at the same time. With our higher magnesium soils, this mineral blend helps to ease the tension in the ground and thus frees up some of the goodies already present but less available due to the heavy Mg. We will then begin to feed our soil biology through the pivots beginning with our first cycle of irrigation.

Having been on these fields a number of years now, I’m beginning to see the tilth improve by addressing the tension with both mineral and biology. During cultivation this spring, we didn’t have near the rock-hard clumps that we’ve seen in years past, and the soil seems to flow better through our implements. I have to hope this will give us better productivity as well as high quality grain, with both attributes becoming more consistent the past two or three years.

Of course, MN decides all in the end! Trying to work with her while ultimately taking from her always is a precarious dance. A dance, however, that I’m beginning to feel the mo-jo to partake in once more!

We’ve had a bit of a slow down in the granary this month, which enables us to catch up on a few things AND run our seed stock. Fact is, Kevin is running emmer seed as I write, and despite the late start, we may even get some planted before the months end which, given the early shut-down last fall, was one of my hopes. Earlier planting equals potentially earlier harvest?!

Our crops will be spread out in planting as they are most years, with our Big Valley field in winter cover crop going in last. We want to give the peas plenty of time to bulk up before turning in.  Then, we’ll be onto a summer cover crop in the fields that get a rest this year.  So…

Plenty to do in the next 6 weeks! But not so busy, I hope, to take in a few more local baseball games, track meets, and to walk these green, green foothills. That fast, the aspen are leafing out; the balsamroot has begun to blossom on south slopes and bluebells and yellow bells are everywhere. When we do finally get some warm, sunny days, this place is going to explode!

I wish our dear elders Rayma Hayes and James Donaldson, leaders in both education and the love of place, were still here to enjoy another Methow spring, as they have so many years in the past. I like to think that they are even more a part of this beauty now… a much deeper and farther reaching beauty, and a sanctified act to follow without question. Peace to them.

Peace to all of you, in hopes you get to enjoy some of springs richness all of your own. Farmer Sam

According to the kitchen calendar, the first day of spring has arrived. The chorus of birds each dawn, starting down along the creek then spreading up through our meadows, is proof that they too trust this date to be so. Robins, finches, juncos, towhees, sparrow, chickadees, a meadowlark and already thrumming blue grouse add to the choir. And geese along the river. Yet as I look out to the back garden and orchard, all remains white – a solid, crusted white with more snow coming down. As “they” say… “go figure.”

One can predict that lack for moisture we shall not! Thinking back 6 months to the soaking fall we had, and now the slow-to-leave snow pack, I’m guessing the soil profile is set to be very damp for some time to come. Foolish as it is to predict a farming season, I wager this year’s will begin late. Most years we can begin some field work either side of April 1.  This year I believe it will be closer to mid-April, even if the weather turns warm and dry like the previous two springs.

Other noticeable signs that spring isn’t far off are the very occasional windy afternoons, and bluebirds!  We’ve seen both western bluebirds and the shockingly blue mountain bluebirds, whose wonderful blue is made all the brighter against the snowy hills. Our new little friend, Danner, helped me clean out our boxes just this past weekend. We’d seen what I presumed to be last years adults or possibly the babes that were raised here, checking out the very box a family was successful in last year.

Kevin has been doing a great job in the cleaning/milling line here at the Bluebird granary. We had a pretty heavy month of orders this last, and freight issues remained in place as our road didn’t melt off until about a week ago. Although trucks aren’t coming down to the granary quite yet, we’re only having to run pallets up to the top of our drive. Big advantage to be sure.

Once things dry out we’ll be able to move the rest of last years crop up to the granary from our field storage site. This way we can run all our seed stock as we begin to prep for planting. I’m hopeful that we can begin to line up our fertility program soon and that by the time the next “letter” goes out, we will be rolling in the fields?!?

Another thing we look forward to: The wild and crazy spring here in the Methow, where the flush of wildflowers promises to be glorious given all the moisture.  Freshets will be bubbling along and the wind should be perfect for soaring hawks and the occasional wayward snow-squall as winter truly wanes.

Here’s to a healthy and rejuvenating spring!

Yours, Farmer Sam

By now you readers may know I tend to gauge the season by birds. At present, chickadees have shifted to their more springy song. At least they’ve shifted octaves and I’m calling it “springy.” That said, to date I’ve yet to hear or see the redwing blackbirds down at the pond?? Without fail, regardless of severity of the winter, they’ve always returned by the 17th. This makes it their latest arrival which means…???

What does any of it mean? Everything and nothing I suppose. Given the healthy sustained cold that kept well into February, and additional snow, I will not fault the blackbirds in their hesitation. The cold remained through both the wax and wane of the month’s full moon, with a week of powdery snow. Just in the past few days has it begun to loosen, and now the snowy roads are rotting out, things are soggy and as daylight gathers, I’m beginning to wonder – not speculate but wonder – just what the soil profile is going to be come April? Certainly could be a delay in field work. Then again, the past two springs have been very dry and warm. And this is a semi-desert climate with intense sun at times, and fairly light, porous soils. Indeed, I do think a lot of the moisture is already going down and in. Which is ideal.

Hold on; winter isn’t over, even though the back of the old man may be bending. Owls and coyotes still own the nights. February is a wonderful month for coyotes; it is their “courting” season. In their mating up they certainly have been vocal! We’ve had the same bunch around the creek and right outside here fairly regularly. I’m sure they are partially responsible for thinning down our quail covey that loves the grain hulls in the lower pasture. And this past week we’ve had a few remaining Hungarian partridge visiting at twilight for grain scraps and pebbles now baring up in our driveway. I suppose the owls may be responsible for the rest of the disappearing birds…?

The granary has been very lively here despite the wintry weather and on-going freight issues. I’m impressed with the volume of orders from both our local accounts and with our distributors. The grains are running well, milling well, and I believe tasting well! The crew is doing great and I almost hesitate to think that within the next 6 weeks, farming season will be here to interrupt the flow!

Being a producer/processor we have both businesses running for 7 months of the year and only one of the businesses (processing) in the winter. All hands on deck for the winter time, or maybe time to swap out ski runs from time to time!

I’m thinking that with the new tools we bought last year for the farming – the tine-weeder and the minimum-till drill, we will be able to save some tillage steps in the fields this spring and therefore may not need quite as much time to get planted. Of course, that is always the hope, and Mother can always change any of that at any given time.

So many different factors play out to make or break a crop that we can only plan and know that planning will likely change. It more is a matter of how much does it change? The next month will perhaps be the last chance to not be thinking farming full time, but the planning will begin. Because it could be today that the blackbirds return!  Oh, and did I mention the other true sign of the seasons change?  Wind.  Adding another bite to these 10 degree nights…

Yours, Farmer Sam

Juncos and chickadees and our annual flock of brilliant Bohemian Waxwings ring in the New Year here at Bluebird. These little birds indeed seem to be the lively “icing” on an otherwise cold, white countryside cake! Just in the past few days the temperature has moderated from a sustained stretch of below zero nights and days barely in the teens. Alas, cold is what makes winter so pure.

Bit by bit our snowpack is adding up and, on top of our very wet fall, the soil profile I’m thinking is going to be plenty moist once the longer light of April is upon us. Meanwhile, we’ve been having fun redistributing the snow and entertaining ourselves with trying to get orders out in a timely fashion. During current conditions, this means ferrying pallets 2.5 miles down to pavement to meet freight trucks.  Chad, our UPS driver has been doing great navigating what the county calls a road out here, and has no problem once he hits our driveway.  And so; we’re hoping you all have not seen a drop in our service.

We had a great holiday break and came back to work exhausted after the first. After a mellow week or two, we seem to be back to busy and enjoy the fact that there are so many out there loving our products. What better thing to ward off winters’ chill than fresh bread or some hardy grains in any form!

Already, our afternoons are brighter as the days lengthen. It is flabbergasting how fast it all happens each year! I’ve not pondered too many farming thoughts yet, but they will rise up by the next letter I’ve little doubt.  We’re never very far away from farm thoughts when we run the grains each week. I must say, the emmer we’ve been running from this year’s crop is really nice stuff. Cleans well, mills well, tastes well. As well, we’re finding the wheat to be very consistent, too. Still and all,  my new love is the Einka farro. Really a fun grain!

For this farmer, winter passes too quickly. Seems like the time for reflection has been all but lost in some ways. And yet, winter is the time for this, if no other. We’ve got a good crew on board right now, and I feel like we’re entering a very good year here at Bluebird. Given these uncertain times, I like to think that consistency and intent are ever more important. Eating well, and supporting healthy farming may be a good way to keep from easily being pulled down. To that end, I encourage all of you to gather round and stay healthy.

Welcome to the New Year! I count my blessings most every day and we are glad to have this “organic” relationship with so many over these years. Let’s keep on keeping on…

Yours, Farmer Sam

The gray and withered countryside of November has given way to a brittle and whitened landscape in these Rendezvous foothills, with sharp, cold Cascade peaks beyond. Perfect for the Winter Solstice here, just 30 miles south of ‘ole Canada… And as the snows begin, we are heartened by the fact that sleigh-bells, indeed, will ring!

Finches, chickadees and nuthatches frequent the feeder, while barred and great horned owls can be heard at dusk with sawets during the day. We’ve had 3-4 coyotes hanging about perusing for possible tid-bits and reminding us that meals are a bit harder to come by for many when temps drop below O. It is this time of year when the deer and quail and other creatures likely appreciate the grain tailings we scatter down along the lower field the most. Small offerings for the season…

The Bluebird granary has been abuzz with holiday orders and even more so with our year-round local wholesale accounts here, and our distributor accounts elsewhere. Scheduling has been tight, but thanks to all the good help here we’ve been able to maintain a timely flow for most all orders and appreciate that our customers understand the solitary week of the year Bluebird shuts down; Christmas thru New Years.

Often I’ve felt that the silence of winter solstice is the perfect silence. When one stands outside at twilight and hears only the owls, or perhaps a tree crack or, on occasion the sound – “of easy wind and downy flake”- one might think of perfection.  As I’ve come to learn through a fortunate life spent largely in the wild, and 25 years farming in the wild, only Nature is perfect – as good or terrible as we may perceive her at any given time.

While we are not nearly as efficient at Bluebird as Mother Nature is, we do try to deliver our goods in a proficient manner. This time of year this includes having to meet freight trucks almost 3 miles away. And one thing we also have come to realize is there is a certain amount of proficiency in knowing what we grow and having partners that know what they grow as well because in turn, this helps us better know how to finish and mill our grains. Bluebird’s ‘reputation has been built on knowing our grains from plow to plate and this standard is the one we will continue to keep. After 12 years now, we realize this not only is what still feels good to us, but is what our customers most like! So…

First, I want to thank all you loyal customers for another successful year for Bluebird. Secondly, I want to thank all our staff for delivering such a great product to all of you. I have no idea where 2017 will lead us, but I can say that we will stay as true to our mission as we’ve always been: Delivering organically grown fresh milled, high quality grains and flours from our farm directly to you. It is a circle we will try our best to keep unbroken.

Please circle round during these holidays, and think and give peace. To this wonderful land that sustains us. To each other; both past and present souls that also sustain us.

This Christmas I feel grateful to my mother’s cousin Oakley Goodner and my mother’s brother ” Uncle H. ” Thorne  for being such wonderful people and great influences in my life. As well, remembrance goes out to my “second mother” of sorts, Janet Nagy and  her great wit, humility, and beautiful, knowing smile. We also send blessings to Scott, Amber and Jade Grant and think of them during their first Christmas without mother Darlene. We love you all and none will ever be forgotten.

As for the rest of you? See you next year, by Christ!

Yours, Farmer Sam

Opening stanza from Robert Frost’s My November Guest :

“My Sorrow, when she’s here with me

Thinks these dark days of autumn rain

Are beautiful as days can be;

She loves the bare, the withered tree;

She walks the sodden pasture lane.”

The wettest October we’ve seen here in the Valley has now run clear up against Thanksgiving! Snow-line has just begun to touch the foothills, but almost every day the main word has been rain. It is hard to be frustrated with significant rain in a semi-desert climate. That said, I surely was hopeful of getting more fall field work done and harvesting the rest of our crop. Not to be, on either account. I believe the last time we were in a field doing anything was over a month ago.

Mild, too. Hardly a flight of southbound geese and the local ponds we skated across on this date last year all remain wide open. Without a question, our fall planted crops are digging this different type of mountain autumn. Our cereal rye is cranking and winter peas are into their 4th leaf stage. This should give us a hefty nitrogen boost come spring planting. Oh, we should have plenty of moisture, too! However, finches and chickadees and a few buntings remind us winter will actually arrive some day soon. Ahh, Mother never ceases to surprise…

Good news for Bluebird is that the granary has been bustling and I’ve been spending a bountiful amount time running grains, sacking grains, mixing flours and reconnecting with some of you customers. As I’d hoped, the grains are of very good quality and are finishing nicely whether as flour or as whole grain. Nutrient dense kernels give us many more #1 berries from a given lot as our gravity table stratifies the heavies and lights.  As with combining, the heavier the grains, the better “processing” job we realize in the end.

One thing I’m reminded of while cleaning our hulled, ancient grains each day is the way in which we have chosen to extract the the outer hull. Because we run the emmer and einka through an impact huller to do this, our ratio of whole grains to splits is not near as high as if the grain was pearled. Pearling is the process of removing the outer hull or husk, as is traditionally done in Italy, by running the emmer or einkorn over a set of scarifying stones wherein the hull is “skinned” or peeled off instead of fractured off. This method leaves many more of the grain kernels intact. However, during this process some of the actual kernel or “berry” bran is removed as well. As a result, what is left is a “semi-pearled” berry which no longer is a true whole grain. Semi-pearled farro cooks much faster, but also breaks down much faster. Think pearled barely.

From the beginning, Bluebird made the easy decision to only offer true whole grains and whole grain flours. All the goodies we work hard to give the crop during their growth stage we surely want to pass along in the finished product. We feel that by keeping all the trace minerals and proper amino acids within the finished grain, our grains and flours not only deliver more nutrients but, perhaps more importantly, deliver more flavor as well. Many of you seem to agree!

Speaking of taste, yes, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday and boy do I love to eat! Fact is, November hosts two of the most significant American holidays in my mind: Veterans Day and Thanksgiving. Both are times to reflect, count our blessings, and gather round. At times I believe Thanksgiving should be once monthly, and not just for the food. We have a great, great deal to be thankful for in this country to be sure. At the same time, there are too many who do not have as much. Please keep this in mind as we kick off the holiday season.

And last:

“Not yesterday I learned to know

The love of bare November days

Before the coming of the snow,

But it were vein to tell her so,

And they are better for her praise.”

Sit, hold hands, and break bread in peace.  Very best, Farmer Sam

A cloudy day from the porch….

Beginning here by following up on the end of last month’s Farmer Notes…The weather has been far more conducive for eating than ‘being out on the land.’ If not the wettest Methow October to date, it has to be close. I’m sitting here in the kitchen listening to the rain pour trying to remember if we’ve had 2 consecutive clear days or not this month? Two days I believe, because we had two mornings of 22 degrees FH just prior to the full Hunter’s Moon this past weekend. So I’ve had few mornings on the porch sharing coffee with the birds. That said, I can report there’s been a large gathering of robins this month, who undoubtedly have been enjoying easy pickings when it comes to worms. I’ve seen flocks of 30-40. Also, various hawks, a few chickadees, finches, and yesterday the first fall flight of south-bound geese.

What began as a very strong harvest has ended on a lower note.  Gone are the crisp, dry days of mid September and now we are faced with the prospect of not reaping the last 15+ percent of our crop.  The late ripening due to the cooler, moister summer pushed harvest just late enough so the last planting never got time to cure, only because October has been nothing but wet. The up-side of this is that our winter peas and rye are thriving. Happy to report the no-till drill worked well. Although in retrospect, one could have just broadcast peas onto the ground’s surface and gotten a stand this fall. Here’s a poem I wrote called Hunter’s Moon:

Fresh-turned November field
Swollen and pliant;
Southerly rain drenching
These tired hills
Skipping days weeklong.
Morning mist hugs the river
Trailing a full-moon
Chopped stubble caught
In chunky disc lines-
The pungent odor of decay
Delighting this farmer’s mind.

When at once I see
My prints are not all
Nor the biggest-
Nor the most
And surely the least sure.
From the by-gone orchard they climb
Big in front, two behind
Winding a curious path:
Deep, slow, commanding-
Claw-marks inches long
Pads worn smooth to shine

With warm familiarity I follow
Childhood wonder not lost
On dozens of encounters now;
Steeped in gratitude
If not haunting kinship-
A gypsy-wind longing
Just shy of understanding
Full of compassion
For old she-bear.
Whose kind has run
Charged me, studied me
And finally been disgusted
In all make-ups of
Damp woods; wild tundra streams
Snow-patched mountains or
This luxury of field.

Yet just last night I missed
Her non-chalant mosey
To this center-field rock
For a contemplative look
At the awkward world she’s captive to
Day-long, before now
And her quiet stepping out.
Stout legs plodding
Heavy, apple-filled belly
Swaggering
To visit the view-
As if age could be suspended
Before one more winter’s nap
(Would this be the last?)

Stars so cold
Mountains like a saw
Cutting the white moon
The silence of fall night
Embracing only those now awake-
That other nation whose land
This can only be…
Through her sunken eyes
Oh, if I could only see
At best I would see
A most untidy harmony.

Yours, Farmer Sam

The hot days of August faded fast with September’s arrival, which was ushered in by a bit of moisture and 40 degree nights. Not exactly the change one likes to see when beginning grain harvest, yet I recall it is not uncommon for September to begin rehearsing fall “fits”. The swallows are long gone and most of the blue-wing teal have left the pond while robins re-gather. Migrating hawks fill the skies and our family of bluebirds have grown up right before our very eyes. We’ve enjoyed watching them dunk and flutter in our bird-bath.  As their departure nears, I can’t help but wonder how many, if any, will return? After dusk and before daylight I have been hearing the poorwill, and the meadowlarks but they, too, will soon be gone.

Alas, as we worked into September and the true Harvest moon ripened, the heat did return! Oh what sweet days we had the week proceeding this years plump Harvest Moon. Eighty degrees and sunshine with slight breezes; perfect harvesting weather. And harvest we did. As of this writing, we’ve taken in two-thirds of our crop and so far it has been running a little above average volume and is of excellent quality. Combining has been fun! The heavier the crop, the more one can keep the ole’ Gleaner maxed and the better job it likes to do threshing when all chambers are constantly full.

This year’s Einka actually came in a good 15% above our average and really seemed to do well. One field of emmer was also up bout 10 % with another right about average. We’ve already begun running some of this new-crop emmer and it is cleaning quite well, as is the Einka. This is Bluebird’s biggest Einka crop to date, so that is good news for all you Einka flour fans and for folks like yours truly who sometimes like to simmer the Einka berries in broth the same way as with emmer, and serve up with sea salt and butter.

Tom and Jay, our two wheat growers, are all finished with their  harvest and have great reports on the hard white and hard red that they grew for Bluebird. They have excellent test weight numbers and good protein on both lots, with a higher yield than they anticipated. This, hopefully, is a good start to a longer relationship with both the Stahls and Goldmarks. (Good job guys!)

With the coming equinox so come the shorter growing days and this week we are going to try out a new tool. After much consideration, we decided to swap out our current grain drill  for a true no-till drill. One of our main reasons for doing so is that this allows us to sow our winter pea cover crop right into our grain stubble post-harvest, without having to work up a seed bed. We are planning to do this this week, in and around the rest of harvest. After putting in the peas, we’ll do one last watering for the season with another dose of biology and carbohydrates (fish and sugar).  This will aid in straw decomposition, plus kick off the winter peas. This way, after the winter snows go to work, spring time will give us some heavy green goods and fiber to turn in before coming back with grain. Already working on next year!

Our only other fall crop – our northern rye – I planted at the beginning of the month and it is up and running. I look for it to be stooling out here by late October, and am planning to foliar feed on some biology before we put this crop to bed for winter, too. But hey… winter is a ways off yet, no? And my favorite of favorite seasons – autumn- stands between now and winter and I surely hope to enjoy a long autumn in the fields, and elsewhere in the now-turning countryside.

We’ve eaten a couple meals of fresh mountain grouse (thanks dogs!). I love to sear them in an oil/butter combo, after dressing them with salt and pepper and rolling them in emmer flour. Any day now I’d expect to hear the sandhill cranes passing over from the north. This happens here in the valley almost always right on the equinox. We hear and sometimes see them high, high up going over the valley even if just for a couple days. Oh, the timelessness of it all! Nothing like a stiff autumn breeze and the sounds of migration to awaken the soul.

And so here’s to fall!  As fine a time to be out on the land that I can think of.  Also, a good time for eating…

Cheers, Farmer Sam

The heat is on… again. After a hot spring and a much cooler and moister July than usual, August has finally shed the last (hopefully) of the thunderstorms, heavy rain, and hail and has come off cooking the way we think of August.  Each day this week has reached well into the 90’s and though the swallows have all headed out, a few hummingbirds remain as the last of the fruit and flowers wither.  Birds pay more attention to the length of daylight than most anything else. Molting ducks are now coming out from hiding; just this morning I saw a flock of blue-wing teal “practicing” down on the pond.

Due to the accompanying moisture, the heavy storms never produced any fire. This blessing is not lost on those of us here in Okanogan County where the past couple summers have been devastating to so many.

The grains are behind in curing as well. The heat, I’m almost reluctant to say, is just the ticket to sun-ripen our grains the way nothing else can. This is one of the paramount reasons our climate is favorable for producing high quality, dense grains. Overall our crops look good. Of course some of the heavier crop went down under the wind and heavy rains,  but it will eventually cure out and we’ll be able to collect it given a long enough weather window. One of our fields took some hail as well. We won’t know the extent of loss until harvest. In fact, one really doesn’t know anything until the crop is in! Have we been naughty? Or nice??

We may windrow some of the later fields to aid the harvest. If swathed at the hard-dough stage, grain will finish quickly under sunny western skies. Liken this to plucking tomatoes or peaches just before they are fully ripe, and think how quickly they mature once picked. I’ll make the call to swath or not to swath soon if the blistering weather continues. I’m a little “itchy” letting too much of this good harvesting weather go by! However, as I said at the end of last month’s notes, late August is much more common for harvest to begin than the earlier starts we’ve had the past couple years.

Yields around the State are very strong so far, as well as elsewhere in the Northwest. Tom and Jay, our hard red and white wheat growers, say their crops look to be strong as well. I’m excited for them. I’m excited for all of us! Their crops will be coming in about the same time as ours.

I must admit the spring and early summer months seem a blur of non-stop activity. Despite that, it’s now all up to how the crops cure and what Mother brings for weather, and there really is little one can do except watch and admire these old grains in their final stages. Is it sad? It kind of is as this month brings perhaps the most poignant stage of the cycle. I don’t say this lightly because we finally get to recapture some of our costs! To be sure, it does come as sort of a reward for our intentions. However, I speak of this from my elevated and on-going respect of Nature. She is more beautiful all the time. Just yesterday I stood nearby a slowly turning emmer field, as I’ve done so many seasons now, and still I was stunned by the hues of greenish gold and the easy way it swayed in the breeze and the swishing sound of sheaf against sheaf…

When not waxing nastolgic, we’ve been preparing our winter rye field and making sure the combine is well serviced and behaving properly. Our inventory is getting pretty low so we are able to clean most of our storage out in preparation for this year’s crop. Orders have not let up during these dog-days of summer, and we’ve been hustling to get orders turned around in the usual timely fashion. Sheah has been doing a good job keeping up and toughs out the hot days by keeping on the move!

August’s full moon is upon us. Slow to rise with an almost audible presence in the easy summer sky, the moon kicks off the katydids, crickets and other later summer evening sounds. It does give pause, and in this pause I’m remembering this day a year ago when the Twisp River fire blew up and shot fear into all of us. I’m remembering with honor and sorrow the loss of Richard, Tom and Andrew and the horrific injuries to Daniel and the toll it has taken on their loved ones, and the permanent scar to this community. Their efforts are not forgotten. We salute in your honor. As well, we are forever grateful to so many others who worked bravely and diligently to successfully keep this fire from spreading through the entire valley.

Sending warm thoughts to all of these folks, and to all of you,

Yours, Farmer Sam

Sitting here in the kitchen on a Sunday: Mid-day, mid month, rain falling, a cool breeze thru the screened windows, 65 degrees. This sums up how different this July has been for us here in the Methow; certainly in comparison to the past two years.  There are lightening flashes and thunder;  I’m hoping the moisture out-competes any new fire start-ups.  Hummingbirds, adult and young, joust at the feeder hanging under the eaves and a young doe pauses down by the edge of the creek, perhaps with a fawn nearby?  This is to say, I’m liking July this year and July isn’t always this farmer’s favorite!

Indeed, it has been perfect grain growing weather.  Without a day above 80 so far, yet some sun and wind along with scattered showers, our grains are “grooving.”  Our earlier plantings have hit boot stage and are beginning to pop while our later plantings are reaching flag-leaf.  At both stages we apply an organic foliar feed high in plant-based nitrogen with traces of phosphorus.  This really helps the grain heads fill and finish with the uptake of all the other nutrients in the soil.  It’s been a busy time running around to the different fields: feeding fish and sugars at earlier growth stages, and now putting on the finishing goodies.  We’ve been irrigating in between applications, plus we’ve had sporadic rain showers to help us out.  By the month’s end, most all of our irrigation will go on rest.

The cooler weather keeps the plants from stressing and so this should increase yields as grain heads fill gradually.  We want the intense heat and sharp eastern Washington sun eventually, like right after fill, so that our crops cure and finsih evenly.  August is generally good for this, but who really knows what Mother has planned…?

One thing we have planned at Bluebird is continued business growth, as we’ve had each year so far. One of the challenges we’re facing in this small valley, however, is the lack of suitable farm ground.  For us, suitable farm ground means fairly heavy soils and land that can be easily brought into certified organic production.  We’ve struggled to obtain either in our little mountainous valley.  To be sure, there are a few other large scale growers, but it is all hay, not organic, and none have shown much interest in another market.  The good news is there are a lot of grain producers within two hours of here and we’ve met a few wanting to, or who already have, transitioned some of their soils into certified organic.  A couple of these growers are using some of our stead-fast strategies: Cover cropping, biological fertility, and tender care with an eye toward quality and nutrition.  This year is the first year we’re partnering with two family farms to grow our hard white and hard red spring wheats.  Tom Stahl of Waterville, Washington (roughly 100 miles from us) is growing out hard white while Jay and Chuck Goldmark up on the Okanogan Plateau (about 70 miles from here) are growing out hard red.  Both of their crops are coming along well and I think they are even having fun at it!  We sure look forward to turning their efforts into fresh milled, high quality goods to pass along to you.

Expanding the market for other organic family farmers in our region has been an “outside” goal of Brooke’s and mine since we began Bluebird 12 year ago.  Well, lo and behold!  We’re excited to begin work with experienced producers who have been growing grains for at least 3 generations.  As with everything farming, it takes forethought and planning and so the conversation with Stahl/ Goldmarks has been ongoing for a couple of years or more.  The prospect of long term relationships with both growers and increasing certified organic land in Washington feels good.

By “subbing” out our wheat this year, we’re able to concentrate solely on our ancient grains on the fertile acreage that we manage here in the Methow.  Our Einka farro, Emmer farro, and heirloom rye are going strong.  As mentioned, I hope for a good yield as we work hard to assure the usual high quality.  Meanwhile, we’re getting down to the bin-bottoms right in time for new-crop.  Fear not, we have enough supply to make it through for all you hungry customers!   We may take our rye before the end of the month, but harvest won’t begin in earnest (given the current weather) until well into August. This is about “normal” compared to the past two years when the valley was hot, dry, and on fire and we were combining by the second week of August.

I hope this finds you all enjoying some summer activities, wherever you may be.  We’re grateful to you all, grateful for our health, and always are thinking about the social challenges each of our societies continue to face daily from around the communities in our own country, to all those elsewhere.

Yours, Farmer Sam

The long June light brings the world alive and each morning as I sit and sip on the porch, I try and decide which birds are the noisiest that particular morning because it does vary. One day I’m sure it must be the swallows; the next day house wrens. The quail start early along the creek, but then without question the tanagers can bust in and trump all. There are worse things to decide each day – which birds are the most vocal. To be sure, much of June was cool and sweet and we even had some rain. A welcome reprieve to the heat of April and May.

We finished planting a little later this year, with the last of the einka going in June 10th (just before the rain came that very night). It seemed like a lot of field preparation work this year, but we still did all the planting just in time (from May 24th – June 10th). Now the fun of seeing which crops flourish is upon us. This farmer has been plenty busy with each day bringing new tasks even after all the seed is in.

Following the last of the seeding we mowed off our cover crops and continue to grow them out. We’ll soon be turning them under as the vetch has been flowering now for a week or more. We’ve put our first round of biology onto our grains, which includes a beneficial microbial mixture combined with liquid fish and about 2 pounds of organic sugar to the acre. We will repeat the fish/sugar mixture again about the second week in July. When our earlier crops reach flag-leaf stage (remember from past years the “flag” leaf is the top leaf  that the grain head forms from) we will do a plant-based nitrogen foliar feeding, and then again at “boot” stage – when the grain head begins to hatch from the flag. This all can happen very quickly – possibly less than a week apart depending on the heat.

The heat has returned the last couple days of June, with temperatures soaring over 90 degrees again. This is a likely predecessor of what July will be like. July is all about growing here in the foothills of the North Cascades. We will be quite busy irrigating the crops through boot stage, and then we’ll let them finish out in August. At this point, our crops look healthy. I like the color the early plants are showing, and there really is a difference in the color between our two oldest grains. The emmer grows more slender – lanky, almost blue like our fall rye in color, whereas the einka is much greener, shorter to begin with, and “bushy”. The Einka is so closely related to a wild grass that, as I’ve mentioned before, it puts a lot of its early energy down into its roots. Then, about the second week in July – boom! Up it reaches and in the end will sometimes tower over the emmer at 5 feet tall.

Also in July, we’ll cut our fall rye and we’ll likely use up what inventory we have left from 2015; just in time for August 2016 harvest. Time to service the old Gleaner and other fun things as well.

Orders have remained decent even during the hotter summer months here at the granary.  We thank you all for your continued support of our fresh grains and flours!  I wish I could write more this round, but the fields beckon. I hope this finds you all well, and I hope the long days of July bring good things this year, instead of smoke and fire.

Thinking of cool mountain streams… Yours, Farmer Sam

That fast, another month gone by!  A very busy month for birds; just as busy for farmers. That fast, we’ve sped up 3 weeks and are on par with last spring when we estimated “everything” to be 3 weeks early.  It has been more of a scramble this year because we had – key word being  had – a later start and moister spring. I’m not alone being impressed  how quickly the moisture has disappeared.  Already the Balsam root and Lupine that were full and rich a month ago, are now shriveled and gone-by.

When I saw tanagers on our lawn 2 weeks ago I knew the accelerated spring to be real. I associate this bird with June. We have more tanagers this year than I can ever recall.  Also, there are three kinds of swallows here,  chatty, chatty wrens, flycatchers,  ducklings in the ponds, nesting bluebirds and soon, buntings. What we haven’t had, with the exception of one showery Saturday,  is rain.  Temperatures have remained very mild.  Soil temps have easily reached the mid-50’s which is when grain seems to not only have strong germination,  but likes to take off and grow!  So…

Have we any grain up yet? Not as of this writing.  However, yes, we have sown both some Einka and Emmer. A fast spring does not mean that the farming goes faster. Some of our acreage we majorly over-hauled , and this required a fair bit of extra work before planting. Other fields had areas still too wet to get on until just recently. Right now, we have about  40% of our grain in and are moving ahead with the rest. I’d expect to be able to row our first plantings in a few days now, and hope to have everything planted by the first week in June.

The cover crop vetch that we put in back in mid-April is beginning to fill out and we’ve irrigated it twice. This annual vetch is sometimes slow to start but as it matures, it begins to really put on green-mass. We’ll grow it out to flower stage, late-June, then mow it off at least once, and keep growing it out well into the summer before incorporating back in.

Once our grains are up a few inches on their own, we’ll feed them some liquid fish through our first round of irrigation. Some of the fields we’ll feed a couple times more, others just only once more. Tissue samples and brix readings should be able to tell us what is needed and when.

We like to grow pretty heavy crops and yet the heavier the crop, the more nutrition it needs. As with everything, it is a balance. To be sure, we were happy with last years crops and are hopeful for similar results this year. However, MN can change that at any time! I’m ready to be done with the ground work and look forward to the “Growing” segment of all this.  The cycle is stunningly fast – 60 days from emergence to finish – so there are not a lot of opportunities one likes to miss to help out the grains. The real fun is watching/helping these crops reach their full potential.  Not unlike with children!

We’ve barely had enough slow days in the granary to run seed stock. We’ve had steady orders to fill and this, of course, takes priority.  One of the challenges with our small cleaning line this time of year is processing our customer orders, while seeing to our seed needs at the same time.  As with our finished products, we  clean our seed stock on an as-need basis, too. That said, Brad and Sheah have done a very good job managing both these needs these past few weeks, and soon they will not have to worry about me stopping in and saying oh, BTW, I need 8000 pounds of seed by… yesterday!

War seems to be an age-old behavior of mankind that we, as a race, have a hard time changing. It is complex, arguable whether necessary or not, but always horrible. Far, far too many have died.  In many cases, died to save what we now have as freedom in a form that not everyone has. This, as with every Memorial Day, please take some time to honor those that paid the ultimate sacrifice, here and elsewhere.

We’ve got a couple new bakery customers using our einka which is very exciting for us.  Also, we’re always pleased to service return customers.  Bluebird continues to grow and in next month’s notes, I’ll explain some of the changes that may be coming down the pike.

Until then, enjoy the sweetness of June. Congratulations to all the graduates out there, and be watchful for more kids in the streets as another school year comes to a close…

Yours, Farmer Sam

Greenfix cover crop emerging.

Volunteer Rye from last years planting