I feel very grateful for these hands of mine. These hands that plant seeds and grow gardens. These hands that chop wood, and build fires, and prepare food for my family (and sometimes have to kill that food first).These hands that wash seemingly endless dishes and even more seemingly endless laundry. And sometimes, when there is a pause in my day, these hands find themselves reaching for the knitting basket, to knit yarn into cloth; to make clothing for my loved ones. I ask a lot of these dear hands of mine. Sometimes these hands are rough and dirty, and even smelly, but they can still comfort a little one with a scraped knee or a bonked head. Some tasks come more easily to these hands than others, but we keep chugging along, my hands and I. Oh, yes, I am very grateful for these hands of mine.
there is nothing better than piling into the van and going for a visit. problem is, with most of our friends farming, we sometimes (often) feel way too busy to indulge in frivolous visiting (ha). thus evolves, the work day(barn raising of yore). we are not just visiting, we are going over to “do something”. we’ve put up hay, dug sweet potatoes, planted garlic, covered high tunnels in plastic, and many other major jobs with different friends over the years. yesterday we were doing one of our favorite spring time activities: innoculating shiitake mushroom logs with paul and alison. it’s a job that is fun with a small group and downright amazing with a gang. with innoculating tools and a whole lot of excitement in hand we had a day of drilling
hard wood logs with the shiitake spawn. what you don’t see in the photos is the sawdust shiitake spawn that was purchased from the mushroom people, the coffee and donuts that greeted us when we arrived early morning, and the farm raised pulled pork sandwiches that rewarded us after finishing 40 logs in less than 2 hours. now that my friends is a day well spent.
another description here for anyone craving even more info about producing shiitake mushrooms.