Homestead Goals For 2019

Greetings earthlings!  No, we haven’t died.  We are all here and well and looking forward to some major transitions for 2019.  I looked at the blog and realized that I hadn’t really posted anything since October of last year.  One reason, partly, was that I didn’t have a lot to say.  Another was that we had lots of visitations this past year and it kept us pretty busy (we are becoming the sandwich generation).

Unfortunately, it is never any fun to post failures, but I guess for intellectual honesty, I need to.  Last year’s gardens were almost a total bust.  According to the USDA and NOAA, the western US is enduring one of the worst droughts in the last 1000 years.  We didn’t really get much from the gardens and we are working to remedy the problems we face here. For those of you more easterners directly under the broken Jet Stream who are getting constant rain and snow, we are on the other side.  We see almost no moisture and our world is trying to burn itself down.  Just west of us we had a 150 acre wildfire in January.  Ya…… nothing to see here!

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Grandma came out for harvest and there largely wasn’t one.  She was pretty funny trying to keep polishing this turd (To be fair she was also here to celebrate her birthday).  Realistically, though, because of the extreme heat and lack of water, we got skunked.  This hurts though because we rely on our gardens. They aren’t just a hobby.  So when our crops failed, not only did we eat the cost of production, we had to go out and buy what we had hoped to grow.

On a positive note, the livestock have been doing spectacularly well.  We harvested our first turkeys for the holidays and the meat was simply excellent.  Between them, the layer hens, the meat birds, and the pigs, we have not had to buy meat of any kind really (Thus avoiding eColi and Salmonella outbreaks).  My son loves ham lunch meat so we do buy that.  For beef, we tend to can it in stews, and soups so we buy bulk, process it, and put it in the pantry.

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Our little goats keep getting bigger.  Considering that these are the most ADHD animals I’ve ever been around, they have calmed down substantially as they’ve gotten older.  All of them now come into heat once a month.  Their screaming over to the bucks is pretty entertaining….. until it isn’t.  It’s loud and virtually non-stop for several days.  I can only imagine what raising a daughter must be like (HA! Did I say that out loud!?  I’m going to hell now for sure!).

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My new weaving enterprise has taken up a lot of free time.  I absolutely love my loom time.  Watching a pattern emerge after all the planning designing and threading is very satisfying.  I’m now getting things done for us here at the farm.  Most of what I have made so far has gone out the door as holiday gifts.  Some folks in town suggested that I start an Etsy store and also start going to craft shows.  It sounds like fun so I am starting to build some inventory.

Here are some of the latest projects:  Christmas table runners, Scarves, Placemats and Napkins and also everyday colors for the table:

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It has been about a year and a half since I quit work, and a bit less than that since I was down for back surgery.  While we worked very hard on the farm during that time, there was also a lot of down time.  The farmer fatigued pretty easily and mentally.  It has been quite a challenge to heal up and figure out who I am now that I’m not play acting as a financial guru (turns out I knew all along).  The dust needed to settle and while I may have not done that perfectly, especially with a lot of interferences trying to find a calm center, we seem raring to go in 2019.  I am very eager to actually be able to work the gardens like I’d hoped to be doing pretty much full time.  The building of the place, and then going down for the count, made that difficult. Every effort is being made so that I can be a full time gardener this summer instead of the construction engineer of the past six years.  It looks like it is on track.

So as I sit here looking out the window at a whiteout blizzard today, I thought I’d get caught up and kind of outline what we have planned for the coming year.

  1.  Garden, Garden, Garden.

I have not had a season yet where I could just go out and play in my garden beds.  That is now changing in a big way.  As you know, if you have been following over the years, we have one garden that is about a half an acre.  When I wasn’t injured, it produced mountains of food.  When we bought the place, there was an area that used to be a corral for horses (this made it the most fertile place on the property).  Unfortunately, living out in the prairie, wild grass and weed seeds also thought that was a particularly wonderful place to put down roots.  If we are to continue this lifestyle into the future, we have had to take into consideration the concept of “aging in place”.  There is no way that we could keep up the weeding pace necessary to keep that garden flourishing when we are into our older years.  If we get a good rain, those weeds will grow a foot in a week.  Considering that there are 18 50 foot rows involved, it is a frustrating job at best.  This past summer, I was trying to keep up with the weeding and also work on projects with my son (who was working for me).  Considering that I wasn’t fully healed, and kind of a mental wreck, I don’t see how I could keep up that pace for the next couple of decades.

So, we have been changing things around.  There is water to those big beds and the soil is pretty decent after all the amending I’ve done to it.  We are going to turn it into an orchard and berry patch.  There will still be weeding to do, but with trees and berry bushes, it can be done with a weed whip and a hoe.  Part of a good permaculture homestead is developing “food forests”.  These are areas that produce food every year and don’t need to be replanted.  A neighbor told us what trees he has had luck with and we will be putting in more apple trees, cherries, maybe a couple of nut trees, and peaches.  The Berries will largely be Blackberries along with some grape vines (This is a very challenging climate to grow things).  After getting the vegetable gardens in this spring, I will have the rest of the year to get the trees in.  It does entail re-plumbing the drip system, but once it is in, it should significantly reduce the maintenance that we have had to devote to it thus far.

“So if the big vegetable garden is being turned into an orchard, where are the vegetables going to go? (says anonymous someone inquisitively).  Answer:  In and around the greenhouse.  Raised beds made with lumber are much easier to maintain.  The soil is retained in the boxes and the walk-ways can be mowed.  Thus, weeding and maintaining the beds is much less intensive.  The weeds won’t take the place over, unlike the prairie grasses in the other garden (those beds were mounded without boxes so the weeds just crawled up the sides.).  Also, the larger leaved and sensitive plants will go in the greenhouse as usual.

I added outside beds around the greenhouse last year when I had my lifting restrictions lifted.  I have now started getting the lumber to add 9 more.  This will bring the new vegetable garden up to 40 12 foot beds, making it as big as the old gardens that will now be the orchard.  We will then have an acre of gardens, but the work should be much much less.

So goal numbers one and two for 2019:  A:  Get the orchard ready and then plant it in.   B:  build the rest of the beds and hail guards in the new vegetable garden and PLAY FOR ONCE!!

Thanks to grandma, this fall we got the old plant carcasses out of the greenhouse and Zina and I composted them.  I have been busy spreading chicken manure on the beds and amending the soil in the greenhouse.  I put Perlite, Fertilizer, and Sulphur (for PH) on all the beds and then it snowed so I haven’t been able to compost them yet (The manure is all frozen).  Once applied, I’ll take the little electric tiller to them all and get them good and fluffy for the spring.  —  Lest anyone think that winter is synonymous with “down time”.

Once the livestock barn was constructed, we bit the bullet and had power strung to it (primarily so we could run water heaters in the winter, which has been spectacular in ensuring that we didn’t have to haul buckets of water from the house all winter).  We also had a friend come out with his skid steer and install water hydrants at the barn and at the greenhouse.

The greenhouse (as are all of the gardens) is on timed drippers.  Unfortunately, the way things were plumbed we had to run the water line up from the basement (about 200 feet away).  With these new hydrants there is a spigot right at the greenhouse and will pump water directly from the well head.  This will give us a lot more water pressure and help to keep things irrigated during these drought conditions (which, all predictions are that it could be worse than last summer.  Days on end of over 100 degrees).

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Goal number 3:  Water Catchment and storage.

In our quest to be self-sustaining, not only have I always taken inventory of our successes, but also our weaknesses.  The farm is largely off grid.  Yes, we tie in to the electrical grid, but the power company is a back up for us.  Also, in the winter when you are running a half dozen water heaters to keep water thawed for critters, they are mostly on at night (which renders solar panels useless, and our batteries are for critical loads, not heavy amperage heater coils).  We have septic, we are not hooked up to natural gas or sewer, we generate our own electricity, and grow and store most of our own food.  Our weakness out here in the semi-arid plains, is water.  We are on a very deep well into an aquifer.  The well pump is hooked up to both the solar/electrical grid as well as the battery backups.  BUT, the weak point is the pump itself.  Colorado finally has legalized catching rainwater so we are going to take full advantage of it.  We currently have a 1000 gallon water tank that will catch snow melt and rain off of the barn roof.  If we find that we need more capacity, we can daisy chain additional tanks together.  The idea is to keep water reserves above ground, so what doesn’t fill the tanks with rain, we can fill with the well water too.

An issue though is longer term storage.  While a lot of the water tank will be used to help water the animals and gardens, it is a whole different story when the water is in the tank and it is 12 degrees.  A frozen tank will burst if not partially emptied.  So what we will be doing is putting about 500 gallons of storage in our basement.  In the fall, if the barn tanks are still full, we can siphon the water down to the tanks in the house, keep them thawed, using them for drinking water and seedling water in the winter.  In the spring, when the barn tank fills, we can use the remainder of the water in the basement to water the sage and other pollinator plants  (I hope to add bees); all the while, having hundreds of gallons of water always above ground for use should the well pump fail.  Our other weakness is propane.  If we could just bite the bullet and get our solar hot water heater installed and put in a rocket mass heater, our propane bill would drop to nil.  As a prepper friend says though, it is One Step and a Time, One Thing at a time, One Day at a time.  These WILL happen.  Just not all at once.  Considering how much we have put into the homestead over the years, it is apparent that homesteading from scratch ain’t cheap!  So Goal number 3:  Get the water catchment hooked up.

Goal Number 4:  (We are already working on this one too), is to minimalize.  While I was laying on a dog bed wondering if I’d ever walk again, we also sold a house (yes we are nuts).  The result of the deal, though,  is that we have no farm debt of any kind. Involved with that, though,  was the combining two houses into one; much of the junk landing in the garage.  So after 6 years of projects, and things being tossed into the garage from exhaustion and things being put in there as a staging area for other projects, and the garage from the city house finding a way into it too, the decluttering and downsizing has begun.  We have (had) 2 of EVERYTHING!!  Phase one of getting rid of the junk is complete.  The garage (which is a detached steel barn) is organized and can now be used without tripping over everything.  The shelves are up and the storage bins are now organized.

Next up (besides the continual quest to get rid of unneeded crap) is the basement.  I put a door (which was missing since we bought the place) on the pantry room which allowed me to cut off all the heat to that room.  Previously it was food storage along with paper goods and all manner of storage, including Christmas decorations and our backpacking gear.  We are now going to be moving all non food stuffs onto the shelves in the rest of the basement (like 6 months of toilet paper, etc), and dedicate the pantry just to food.  Our goal is to have (between frozen, dehydrated, freeze dried, canned and vacuum sealing) 3-5 years of food on hand at any given time.  If our layer hens keep laying, that makes thing pretty easy.  The food storage just takes up space, so we are making the most efficient use of the space that we can.  For instance, even though we have a guest room doesn’t mean that Christmas decorations can’t be stored in that closet…. hence the term guest, not occupant.

One of my wish list items was to dig in and build a root cellar.  However, as I researched it and added up the cost to have the backhoe come out and dig the hole and the amount of work it would take, my mind looked up what a root cellar actually needs to do.  They are typically built into a hillside about 8 – 10 feet deep.  They are ventilated to bring in cool air and vent out warmer air to create a consistent temperature (the thermal mass surrounding it keeping it relatively cool all the time),  Well hell, me thought –  That’s our basement! We have a room down there, on the coolest side of the house, (the house is built into a hill) so it is just like it!  Move one door, cover one furnace vent and voila!  Root cellar! (and I don’t even have to go outside in the winter to use it!)  So this goal is to get the root cellar room fully ventilated and organized.  We are about half way there.

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Goal 5:  Breed the goats.

Our little creatures were not designed to be just pets.  We intend to breed our little girls so that we have milk, cheese, and goats milk soap.  While we have no need for the amount of milk a cow produces (upwards of 3 gallons a day), our little girls would keep us well supplied.  Considering that their major food stuff is hay and weeds, we will be turning our pasture into fertilizer and milk.  We are also considering fencing in a second pasture to raise meat goats.  For those of you not familiar, the demand for quality goat meat is growing faster in the US than beef, and suppliers can’t keep up.  Hmmmmmmm, the ex-financial advisor thinks……..

Goal 6:  Slow Down and Ignore The Narcissism of The Rest of the World

JAZ Farm isn’t some little hobby petting zoo.  Contrary to the belief that suburban and resort living is the norm in the grand ol’ US of A, what we do here is a serious endeavor.  We are not “Mr. Green Jeans”, we aren’t “Mr. Ed” or Green Acres, nor online Farmville.  We also aren’t a little place we went to after my retirement to “play” farmer.  This is who we are.  This place is a real, working, farm.  We have goals here and it is a demanding lifestyle. We aren’t having an elementary school “Learning experience” here as some would like to call it.  This IS who we are and our successes and failures constitute problem solving, which is a never ending process.  Our goal here is to transcend the popular ignorant culture and live true to ourselves.  It is not our job to diminish ourselves so that those completely dependent on a corrupt and planet destroying culture can continue to validate itself.  Is our way of living superior to the dominant culture of urbanization and exploitation?  We think unequivocally…. yes.  Developing electric cars and going vegan won’t solve our myriad crises.  Getting local, de-urbanizing, and destroying our consumer culture……. might.  I’ve been thinking a lot about all of this; which is partly why I haven’t posted in the last 4 months.

Contrary to popular belief, what we do here has been normalcy for centuries.  Homesteading, not too long ago, was simply, “Living”.  I put this goal in here just to send a message that we find important.  We mourn our culture and how it has made the rest of the world cut itself off from nature and what it takes to survive.  We have very little time left as a species and it is industrial civilization that is to blame.  The expending of our energy here is well directed and as such, we need to cut off from the “dominant” paradigm so that we can do the tasks that our lifestyle requires of us. So we are going no contact except for this kind of venue.  Personally, I have deleted all my social media.  We don’t have TV access, and the only news I watch is to be kept abreast of the markets because in a fiat currency economy farce as ours, we still need to make sure we can pay the bills.    Justifying ourselves to others, like we are the ones needing to explain ourselves, is exhausting, exasperating, and not worthy or our energies – especially when the dominant “culture” is murdering the planet.  We seriously hope that our endeavors inspire others to do the same, but in the end, we have chosen to RELY on this farm.  Just like we use the electrical grid as a back up, we also use the grocery store as a back up.  This isn’t pre-school for the rich and clueless.  I see mommies with strollers and I cringe, knowing what their spawn will have to endure because of this murderous culture.    This is our major goal: to live true to ourselves, without succumbing to the gaslighting, and sideways glances of those who think their food will continue to be delivered via diesel truck and wrapped in cellophane.  I know this might be confusing, but in its essence, we are dropping out.

What do we do here?

  1.  We grow virtually all of our own vegetables
  2. We grow all of our own meat and butcher about half
  3. We grow all of our own breakfast
  4. We are mostly off grid
  5. We start all of our plants from seed
  6. We save seeds
  7. We take care of a couple of abused donkeys
  8. We make our own soap
  9. We make our own butter
  10. We make many textiles
  11. We will be making our own cheese
  12. We grind our own flour
  13. We try to live a life of self-reliance.
  14. We are working to build local community so when the excrement hits the electrical oscillator, people will band together to help each other.

We hope to be an inspiration here but we aren’t really too interested in criticism anymore:  Hence the title of this goal.  Time is short.  If you are curious and want to know more, then we would love to help.  However, what we have found is that some think this is all just “cutesy”.  I assure you, when we come to the next depression, we won’t be so cutesy anymore.

Since my surgery and retirement I live via the acronym IDGAF.  The last third gets to be mine.  So there is my sermon.  Sorry to go off on a rant, but considering the amount of physical and emotional energy we have expended to live true to who we are and the push back that we have received at times has been revelatory.  Even if you live in an apartment in the Bronx, go buy some extra food and water if you can.  Find a place to go where you can participate in growing food.  Blow up your TV, smash your PS4, develop skills……….. very soon you are going to need them.

Goal 7:  To take care of ourselves physically and mentally before anything or anyone else.  Farmers need their tools and equipment to work properly when needed.  Part of that equipment is the physical self.  Prostituting ourselves before the man has taken a tremendous toll.  You can’t farm if you can’t walk and considering that “Demons ate my spine” I know of which I speak. We aim to make sure the hoe operators are in the shape they need to be in in order to make this place function.

So that’s the get caught up and set goals post for this year.  I do hope to post more as we go forward as well as You Tube videos.  Remember, Live like a Hobbit.

 

 

Folks Are Too Asleep.

Why are you making your own placemats, towels, kitchen towels, blankets and napkins? Why not just go to Bed Bath and Beyond? For the very same reason that we grow our own food, make our own soaps, butter, electricity, dry clothes on a line and live mostly off grid. It’s also why we have non-traditional means to cook. My question back: Why do you go to Walmart, the Supermarket, Target, Bed Bath and Beyond and make no attempt to be more self-sufficient?

My answer: We are not some baby birds in a Shitty nest waiting for the momma bird to come puke pre- chewed crap down our throats.ADB7D5B5-B793-41FD-995E-E8488D101EF82DFFAA33-2196-43B3-A473-501C616589ACD0A9CCE1-2C5E-4A6F-A6ED-8607712F0DA6FA00DE5B-5DDD-49D2-9921-7220A1AE1E14E2C15AC0-FF06-4342-A23E-8A61B88410ACADA07D06-94A6-490B-911A-D44096A8C502DE0FDF7D-F4E2-4539-B0E6-CD964FCCBECC47848B7C-054A-4FAB-A190-801779999855F280953C-6C19-4FBA-B820-4ED2781D70A78874A88C-DA91-459A-B031-98C8362E15B6

Catching Up Again. What A Year

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So much has happened in the past 2 years.  Leaving work, surgery, new projects begun at the farm as I have healed up both mentally and physically, brought me back to the blog to share what has been going on and kind of where we are going.  The end of this month marks my 11th month post back surgery.  It is going very well, but, I fear it will never again be what one would consider “normal”.  My new routine now includes a great deal of stretching and bending is a thing of the past.  It takes a considerable amount of time in the morning to get up and loosen up so that I can face the day.  The farm has kept me active, although I am having to get myself back into a regular exercise routine in addition in order to keep up both my stamina and strength.  Having left work a little over a year ago and having had my injury sideline me for most of the first year, I have only now begun to figure out what looking forward might mean.  I was a specialist in retirement planning and have had to remind myself to practice what I preached: Never make any major life decisions in retirement during the first year.  Well, considering that I spent close to 6 months of that first year flat on my back and healing, it wasn’t too difficult to let that sleeping dog lie.  But I have recovered to a great extent and now am now starting to fashion a life going forward.  A life of just leisure would make me insane.  The question to be answered was, “What does this farm life look like now that it is the only thing I have to concern myself with going forward?”

Retirement was very sudden and almost imposed on me.  I was sick of being lied to by my company as well as the economic and political world.  If you care about those you serve it creates an aire of fear and anxiety that eats away at you.  There was fear about so many things I couldn’t control, not to mention the lack of understanding people had if I made a mistake.  Fortunately, those were few and far between and I never had any complaints, but it wore me down to the point that when I was injured physically, mentally I knew I just couldn’t take it anymore.  For those whom I served for some 30 years, I simply cannot and will not apologize for how I chose to survive this.  I am still alive, I am healed, I am moving forward, and am able to continue to be a husband and father.  There wasn’t much I could do or would do differently if again faced with the same circumstances.  In fact, I’d have probably done it faster.  The physical proof that the changes were positive is the fact that I’m losing weight, my endurance is picking back up, my mind is quieter and my blood pressure is down.  I was mis-placed in finance and I am happy to be rid of it.

So the way that our new life is progressing is to a simpler lifestyle.  We are embracing a self-sufficient way of living and working to move farther and farther away from this truly insane society.  In a way it is a dropping out.  I cannot abide the news any longer and it seems that there is nothing but hate, lies, and greed running everything this country does.  We have dubbed the farm “The Island for Misfit Toys” from the Rudolph Christmas special.  Indeed, it is rare to have people in one’s life that actually “get you” without pre-conditions.  We welcome those that also share such a longing for a simpler and old fashioned life and I think that my life going forward will be to keep going deeper in that direction.

I think that as a society we are facing catastrophic pressures on too many fronts.  One of them somehow is going to eventually give; be it economic (my first bet), political, geo-political, peak-oil, warfare, resource depletion, over-population or human extinction due to human induced climate change.  One cannot prepare for every contingency, but 95% of this country is completely unprepared for even a 2 week emergency.  My assertion is that it will last much much longer.  It isn’t a question of “if” but “when”.  I guess that is the financial planner inner voice coming out.  After all, financial preparedness included adequate insurance and several months of cash-reserves.  I would now include in that, non-paper currency like metals, and as much food and water stores as you can muster.  As my wife told my doctor at an appointment when I had completely melted down over this, when he asked why I think that something like this is going to happen (I think out of concern for himself, not having ever really heard it before), she said,  “He knows to much.”

So now that the majority of the storm has passed and we are now settled into a new routine and lifestyle, the lifestyle itself is taking shape.  I keep informed about the economic scene because we are still a monetary society, I have tried desperately to filter out the absolutely child-ish and hateful political scene (I can’t even think what my life would be like having to be an advisor during this “administration”. They are simply the most horrible, ignorant and hateful people I have ever seen at the helm).  We are planting again, livestock is back on the land, and I am even learning some crafting.  Not only are we trying to become more self-sustaining, much of what we are learning now has to do with going pre-electric.  Learning how to preserve food the way people did prior to refrigeration (smoking, drying, root-cellaring, etc.). Not all of this is in some grand “prepper” scheme, its that we find these lost skills far more interesting and fulfilling than the world of screens, gossip, social media, and the endless tennis court volleying of one side vs the other.  Locally there isn’t much of a like minded community out there, but we are hoping to help build it.  After all, your neighbors may soon be your only source of community.  Wouldn’t it be nice if you actually knew who they were?

So in the next few posts I will try to get the blog back up to current.  Then going forward, I’ll try to be more punctual about what we are doing and how we are doing it, and why.  The past two years were devastating.  Going forward all we want is to do is live like Hobbits, live the middle path, and enjoy a simple existence far from the deafening roar of a society gone completely off the rails.

 

The Bone Crushing Construction Is Over!

Not bad for a guy who, just six months ago, was in a hospital bed having his spine fused.  Zina and I have both agreed that now that the barn is built and the pasture fenced in, that the farm’s infrastructure is completed and its time to just be here and farm the place.  There will always be a hammer to swing at something, but none of it has to be a priority over the gardens and animals.

Friend Paul designs and produces archery equipment.  He called and wanted me to come with him to this year’s World Archery Championships in Las Vegas.  I used to go every year and bring my team of kids, but since having bought the farm, we have not been in at least 5 years.  He has a time share out there and it just happens to be just across the street from the South Pointe Casino where the shoot is being held.  Since we had just finished the big building projects I thought it would be a nice break.  We’ve been hanging out at his trade show booth and at the apartment.  Because we have kitchens, we bought our food instead of eating factory farmed slop at the buffets.  It has been so much fun.  Not only do we share archery as a common hobby, we both run hobby farms and our world views couldn’t be more similar.  Sometimes just begin around the like minded is very soothing.  It helps to re-confirm your sanity.

I have been using the week to unwind, but at the same time as a transition.  For the 30 years I slogged through my career I never had just a “routine” life.  It was largely crisis mode, multi-tasking and racing to deadlines; not to mention having gone through 3 major market corrections (thank god I’m missing this one – although I’m in touch with my partners fairly frequently).  Between work and the farm construction I was mostly running from one task to another.  So this week, during this break, I started to put together my new routine.  Some people in retirement want to travel and explore and do all the things they never got to do while they worked.  I couldn’t be farther from that perspective.  I’ve had too many adventures.  Like the Hobbits, I’ve seen the Orcs and Goblins and quite frankly wasn’t impressed.  I threw my ring in the fiery furnace and the eagles had to come and rescue me and carry me back home.  I’m done.  Right now I can’t think of anything more peaceful and healing than working in the gardens and hangin’ with the critters.

The weekend after I get home, Zina and I have an appointment at the Donkey’s Rescue Shelter over in Bennett.  The stalls and corrals are built and we will be adopting a pair of donkeys.  They will serve as companions and pets and predator deterrents.  They do not get along with Canine’s and will do well to keep the coyotes and foxes at bay.  In addition, we are in touch with a breeder and come spring (using another stall area in the new barn) will begin raising Nigerian Dwarf Goats.  I just ordered the fencing panels to build a turkey coop inside the barn, and we will be getting pigs again and our usual flocks of chickens.

So its been a nice break but I’m getting eager to get back at it on the farm.  There is so much to do, but now it can be done on a measured schedule instead of a breakneck pace that made a lot of it a struggle to maintain.

New batteries are arriving for the solar system next week as well.  All is coming back together…….  time to chill.

 

Here is a picture of some of the first day’s official scoring and a look at some of the pro’s targets that shot clean on the first day.

 

Above:  The completed barn.  Cupola and Stall door and everything ready to go.

I am retiring to the Shire.  Orcs need not apply.  Just a pipe, good ale, good food and company.  The rest can stay outside the fences.

Have to Vs. Want to

As of today, the JAZ Farm “have to” projects have practically ended.  There are some things yet to be done with the drip irrigation to get water to the greenhouse, but other than that we have a functioning homestead that we can now enjoy with all the infrastructure built to support our goals.

It has been practically 4 years since the start of this endeavor.  Looking for the place, rebuilding the place, putting in the coops and pens and gardens and greenhouse and alternate power source, and all the other “pieces” of it all finally have come to an end.  Should we want to add more pens or livestock or other “homestead things” we can do them at our leisure and want.  The last bits have happened in the past week.  We built a sub-divided chicken coop, added a pig loading corral, strung the drip mainlines to the greenhouse, moved plants out to the greenhouse, built the chicken tractor, and started the bed prepping for the root vegetable gardens.

I was about to the end of my physical capabilities and wouldn’t you know it, the world conspired to attack me mentally through work.  The times they are a changing’ and I must change or retire (the jury is still out, I love my clients and I hate having to continually defend them against criminals).  Every generation thinks they are changing things for the better, but my experience has taught me that it is simply one big circle.  Everyone forgets history, repeats it, and then says “no one could have anticipated that….”.  What nonsense.  Sorry, I digress, but in our efforts to be prepared, the one variable I didn’t anticipate was “real” work.  Now that the farm is done, I guess I can focus my attention on whatever the Department of Labor thinks we need to change at work.  They are attacking the wrong people.  Why aren’t the banksters in jail?  Why haven’t hedge fund managers and those responsible for the worst heist in the history of the world been summarily jailed or executed for crimes against humanity?  Instead, lets target those who already work in the best interest of their clients.  Let the criminals go free.  Such are the ways of things.

So I am thrilled about the fact that the JAZ Farm is as self-sustainable as it can be at this time.  That in itself is a sense of security.  The rest of the world?  What a joke.  We are just big apes with big malfunctioning brains thinking we are the superior species on earth.  Arrogance and sociopathy rule.  I long for the gentle and the kind.  My motto, probably for the rest of my life is:  Live Like A Hobbit.

 

 

I Knew It. I Just Knew It.

To quote Neil Young, “What will people do? After the garden is gone.”   I grieve every day.  The world is in hospice.  When do we get to justify a violent reaction to unrestrained patriarchy and greed as self-defense and justice?  What about my son?  What about your grandchildren?  Has breeding now become an immoral act?  I feel sorrow for every pregnant woman I see today.  The people who did this have names and addresses.  I think they should be paid a visit.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/oil-cover-up-climate_us_570e98bbe4b0ffa5937df6ce

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Little Dollars and Sense

IMG_4015By trade I am a financial planner and my wife is a CPA.  That’s right, we are boring like toast in skim milk.  However, that means that we don’t really do anything major without going through the columns and rows of the spreadsheets to make sure that what we are doing is viable.

I have gotten questions from time to time from folks, even though its none of their business, about how much money we have sunk into the homestead project.  Many of the questions almost sound like some followers think that this project is a flash in the pan and that someday we will move to a mini-mansion on a fairway somewhere in knobby knee, bermuda shorts world.  So I thought I would walk everyone through how this will play itself out.

To be clear, in terms of relative costs, we have a community up the road from us in the city that is called Legacy Ridge.  It is a subdivision of homes on a golf course over looking the foothills of Boulder.  Those postage stamp houses go for 500k to over 2 million dollars.  We own 3 pieces of property.  The sum total of those 3 don’t add up to even ONE of the mid-range houses up there… but we don’t have the debt either.  That is the key point.

The first rule of financial planning is to define your goals, timeframes, risk tolerances, and resources.

  1.  Goals:  We intend to be here as long as we still can see above the dirt.  Most of society’s definitions of success, to us, smack of trying to impress the neighbors.  We love this lifestyle and we will work from now until our retirement to make this homestead be as self-supporting as possible.  So our overall goal:  Build the farm, be as self-sufficient as possible, become debt free, and need almost no money to live day to day when we retire.
  2. Timeframe:  From now until we can’t see above the dirt.
  3. We are moderate in our aversion to risk.  Long term time horizons don’t phase me now that I’m going on 30 years in the financial planning business. I also have an expert tax planner as a spouse.  I know more about managing risk than just about anyone I know.
  4. Resources:  Our ability to earn a living, our common goal of using that living to build our farm, ingenuity,  and continuing to create multi-functional layers on all that we build here.
  5. Potential Drawbacks:  Taking care of ourselves physically.  I suffer the most from that problem.  The well running dry.  Storms and climate change catastrophes:  no solutions.  Peak Oil: need to take up bicycling.  Major medical expenses:  that’s why we want to live on as little as possible.
  6. We may, at some point, have more than one family living here.  Who and for what reason is not determined, but I imagine it would be a friend or two, my mother, and my sister’s family.  Who knows.  In any case, they best like digging in the dirt.

Ok.  So a huge part of homesteading, prepping, and financial planning for the future, is to have what you need in terms of physical necessities and financial assets prior to leaving work and living out one’s “golden” years.

I have long told the middle class saver that one of the most important things you can do by the time you retire is to be debt free – including your mortgage.  Forget what you have ever heard about the interest deduction being good for you.  Pay off your mortgage, all credit debt, and try, if at all possible, to have no vehicle payment.

For instance, we still maintain a house in the city because we need it for work convenience.  We got the farm at the bottom of the foreclosure fiasco of the financial collapse.  We will use the equity from our city house to pay off the farm mortgage at retirement.  If the housing market fails again, I have no qualms about using other savings to pay the mortgage off.  This is our fortress and we will keep it no matter the cost.

Here is what our homestead should look like when we pull the plug on trading our lives and time for paychecks:

  •   The farm mortgage will be paid for. The only ongoing expense for the place will be insurance and property taxes.

> There isn’t much we can do about insurance.  However, we will have our agricultural status for taxes and if we play our cards right and are able to hay the place, the hay should pay the taxes and have enough left over to feed our grazing critters.

  • No utilities:  We won’t have an electricity bill now that the solar is installed.  We will have a minimal propane expense as we are installing solar hot water and a stove, along with a solar hot air condenser that I will be building for heat.  The sun will provide much of our heating and hot water needs.  We are on a well and the solar panels power the pump.  We will have to replace the pump and solar inverter at some point, but those things last a good long time.  The only utility expense we will have is trash removal, but even that will be minimal.  We compost all of our food scraps, burn cardboard and paper, and recycle.  It seems unlikely that we will generate much waste that needs to be removed.
  • Because we raise our own food, our food expenses will be minimal.  We can grow our own greens year round, and given the success of our pigs and chickens, its seems unlikely that the industrial grocery cartels will see much of our money.
  • Vehicles:  Once the farm infrastructure is built, I will not need as big a vehicle as the pickup.  Being retired, we won’t be commuting.  Therefore, we won’t have auto payments and our fuel bills will be very small.
  • Given the sociopathic society we live in, the biggest expense we will have is paying for medical insurance.  Hopefully, someday more altruistic heads will prevail and recognize that healthcare is a right.  I will not go to a nursing home… ever… that’s what the .22 is for.
  • The expense that will replace some of our food bill is feed for our food!  Once the fields are growing grass again, the goats, pigs, cows and chickens can forage to their heart’s content.  There will always be feed costs, but in the scheme of things, it will be much cheaper than having to buy everything from a food system who’s future is anything but rosy.  We will offset a lot of our fertilizer needs by aggressively composting manure and grass.

If we do this right, then our ongoing expenses will be:  taxes, insurance, some gas for transportation, some propane for what the sun can’t do for us, trash, medical insurance, some minimal food, feed for our food, some seeds that I can’t save, and the occasional new pair of overalls, boots, t-shirts and toilet paper.

“So what will you do when you are too old to do such things?”  That is what our savings and investments are for.  We will do our best to keep them from being touched until absolutely necessary.  Personally, I don’t think I’ll get far along enough in life for that to matter, so it will all be left to my wife and son.

Because the goal is to be self-sufficient and also to live on as little as possible expense wise, we should be able to make all of those expenses on Social Security – EVEN if the benefits are reduced as seems more and more likely because of the mis-management of the funds we have all paid into all of our working years.  Like most people, we don’t have pensions.  Therefore, by having minimal monthly living expenses, our savings and investments will be allowed to be held in reserve for emergencies and upkeep.

“Well”, asks the citiots, “what will you do to keep yourselves busy?” ” Aren’t you going to travel the world and the seven seas?”  “Won’t you get bored?”  (As I type this, I am laughing hysterically).

  • First, most city folk that I have encountered in my almost 30 years as a financial planner will not be traveling and doing all of those dreamy wishes and fantasies, because very few have saved even a fraction of what it would take to do that and then not run the risk of running out of money.  Most will run out.  Sorry.  Just a fact. Be sure you are on good terms with your kids.
  • Second, I have always believed that one should build a life you don’t need a vacation from.  We will do so many things here that we may be busier then than we are now.  Among the tasks and hobbies:  Gardening year round to produce food, taking care of the animals, going for hikes, astronomy, archery, hunting, quilting, carving, navel gazing, wheat harvesting, movie watching, cooking, canning, freezing, writing, photography, and belonging to a community.  There is NO chance we will run out of things to do.

The forethought we have put into this is pretty extensive.  Too many of us never stop to think about what we want to retire TO.  Most of us think about what we want to retire FROM.  That is why the retirement failure rate is so high.  Remember, it is highly likely that you will be retired LONGER THAN YOU WORKED!!  Unless you set goals and put tangible numbers to those goals, you might as well stay dreaming…. it will never happen.  I can attest to that fact by having watched people postpone retirement and other goals because they lacked vision and only saw consumption and spent everything along the way to what they had only “hoped” for and never “planned” for.

So yes, while we are working, we have poured a lot of resources -not to mention sweat equity- into our homestead.  However, most of the expenses were “one time” expenses that don’t suffer from planned obsolescence.  We are getting lean and prepared.  However, the planner/prepper in me is always aware of the fact that the best laid plans can also come unglued…. and we are trying to prepare for those possibilities as well.

There you have it.  Homesteader, Farmer, Hippie, Prepper, Financial Planer/CPA.  That is how we will bug out… by having as many ducks in a row as possible and having little or no obligations to “the man” when we get there.

Have you done the numbers?  Have you set goals and developed a plan to get there?  If not….. I would suggest getting after it while you still can.

 

 

 

It. Is. Finished

Habits are a funny thing. We are coming up on our third anniversary of the farm. Every week for those three years, roughly from Thursday noon through Monday morning I’ve been on the business end of tools and machinery building out the infrastructure. In addition to that there was the whole raising a kid and working a real job. There has been little to no down time. Very little rest. A friend once asked me how long I thought I could keep it up. Answer: 3 years, evidently.
I told my wife while we sat on the front porch, just after my 50th birthday, when we were contemplating the purchase of this place, that it would be a life consuming project. She has also had her share of projects – the biggest being painting the inside of the house, sealing the wood fences and decks, chicken chores, and harvesting while I burned out power tools. After all it was a dilapidated foreclosure, the only infrastructure being the house, barn, and broken down corral for all of the toy horses of the previous owner. I’m not sure she understood the magnitude of its scope. It CONSUMED our lives.
The habit groove wore itself into my brain pretty well. When I turned the last screw on the greenhouse I found myself in a state of disbelief that that three year chapter had come to an end. Sure, projects never really end, but this was the end of what was needed in order for us to see the farm as “complete”. The remodeling of the house, deck building, fence building, chicken coop building, pig pen building, observing field building, dog run construction, driveway covering, organic garden building and growing and harvesting, greenhouse acquisition and building, grow room building, painting, scrubbing, moving furniture in, installing appliances, heaving anything and everything – none if it lite in weight – a never ending spiral of money down a hole – not to mention the mental fatigue of planning things, designing things and thoroughly trying to envision it so as to not make stupid mistakes, had finally come to an end.
So far, a couple of weeks into it, I am starting to actually let myself believe it. I have a synapse worn in my head that says that when I put on overalls it is going to mean frustration, heavy shit to be hauled, and pain. I can’t even count the number of loads I have filled my truck with and then unloaded, along with dozens and dozens of trips to the Depot and the ranch supply stores. Day after day, week after week how many post holes have I dug in three years? How many feet of fencing? How many tons of aggregate and compost and soil have I had delivered and then had to move? . That isn’t the case any longer. How many times have I cut myself, bruised myself, dropped shit on myself and yet gotten up, cussed like a sailor, and continued on anyway? How many building and construction skills have I had to learn, knowing I will probably never use them again?
One of the things I had always wondered in life, was the outside limit of physical and mental endurance that someone can handle. I know that people in horrible conditions can endure herculean amounts of suffering and pain all of which would make this project pale by comparison. But what about a task you set before yourself? What is the upper limit of what one person can really do? After all, people climb mountains and hike thousands of miles or run marathons to try to discover that in themselves. In my case, I know that now. I. Am. Exhausted. My limit has been reached. I climbed the rope, rang the bell and now I will sit for awhile and heal. It helped me slay a lot of demons along the way. The amount of physical work I took on shows just how vicious the voices in my head have been and how much energy needed to be expended to exorcise them. This was an effort more about mental health than physical prowess after all. The demons are now corpses and they will not be missed.
Yesterday, unbelievably, I actually went out into the greenhouse and just sat there zen-ing out. I have actually gone out to the pens just to see the critters, not to repair or change something. We have been out harvesting, with nothing left to have to do but harvest. This morning I drove into the nearest town that has such a thing, and sat in a shop, had coffee and read the news. What a concept. All the while though, I had to catch the thoughts in my head that were telling me that I had to get back, that I couldn’t just relax, that there was something that had to be built or taken care of. Its an amazing thing to look at all that the farm now has on it and think, “Wow! I built practically all of it”. There is still a barn to build and a ranch hydrant to install, some pasture fences to put up in anticipation of our cows and goats, but the fundamental pieces of the farm that will allow us to grow most of our own food is up. It. IS. done.
So I have to now work on changing the habit. Let myself simply merge into it and let the place heal and grow and provide. The biggest reason is that the place kind of broke me. Physically. My hips and shoulders scream at me every day. I use a cane to get around in the morning until I loosen up, and my heels raise holy hell if I go barefoot. I’ll bounce back, I always do. After all, that is what life consuming means. Time for JAZ Farm to just be the farm, not a place where I do penance and beat myself to death for my sins. It has been transformed from an abused plot in a grass field, to a small farm that will be off grid despite that setback. It is the place that we hope to now play and live and escape from the cacophony of the world. I think I will go put on my overalls, go outside, and do………. nothing. What a concept.

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You Simply Cannot Make This Stuff Up.

If you are going to do something for your retirement that goes well beyond shuffleboard, traveling abroad, golf, or sitting on a beach somewhere, be prepared for the people you contract with to be a much bigger obstacle to your success than the actual plans.

You simply cannot make this up.  For those who have followed this blog from the beginning you know that not only is it our intent to build this farm as a symbol of sustainability and an effort to preserve traditions of our agricultural past, it is also to be our retirement place.  We hope to be here growing food, raising animals, gazing at the stars, doing crafts and enjoying a rural existence until we are simply too old or unable to continue.

The setbacks have been stunning.  All of them have involved dishonest people.  We lost the first place we bid on, had to put money into this place before we even owned it, had myriad delays in deliveries, a greenhouse company that couldn’t get its act together, and is now bankrupt and out of business, and now…… not a month after the greenhouse was built, the solar company we contracted with to basically take the place off the grid has defrauded us out of $31,000.00!!!  They are no longer in business as we can tell and we have nothing to show for it.

Solar Mart came to us with a spotless record.  They were highly recommended, and we even have a credit union right near the place in town for whom they did their solar installation.  We were told, because we were also having a battery back up system installed, that Arapahoe county didn’t really understand how the system worked and that they kept coming back with questions.  Each question adding delay upon delay.  Finally, we were told that we had a project start date.  It was supposed to be the Tuesday after Labor Day.  Because of that they needed the second payment to pay for the equipment we would have installed.  The third being due upon completion.  I shuffled my work schedule around so that I could be available for the crew when they arrived.  That Tuesday, around 10 am, I received a call from the project manager stating that we were still in the permitting phase; that Arapahoe County still had questions.  No one was coming.  It was then that my BS detector had come off the neutral peg and started to quiver.

We gave them a week after that.  I started making email inquiries and phone calls as to when we could expect the project to begin.  No answers from anyone.  No returned emails.  My wife thought I was just being grumpy.  Then she tried to get ahold of them.  No answers. Then she got grumpy.   I finally decided to jump in the truck and go pay them an unannounced visit.  I drove to their showroom… it was dark.  Fortunately the door was unlocked so I went in.  After a little bit of a wait in a showroom that was clearly being boxed up, the woman we met to give our second check showed up.  She told me they weren’t open.  She didn’t recognize me at first but when she discovered who I was she got visibly shaken.  The DeJong fireworks erupted in a display that I am sure some of the other businesses in that warehouse were quite entertained by.  My voice booms.  If put in an empty warehouse… it echoes.  We were informed that ours was one of the projects that was cancelled due to some alleged negotiations of the sale of the company to another.  At that time there was some dispute as to who actually owned the company now.

I got the numbers to both the old owner and the CEO of the acquiring company and both denied owning the company….  Believe me, both understand that I hold them all responsible for stealing our money.  There is certainly reason to believe that the project never went to the county for permitting in the first place.  It turns out, also, that the woman I encountered at the warehouse was the original owner’s wife.  I confronted her point blank as to whether or not she knew about the company’s demise at the time we gave her the second check.  Almost in tears and clearly scared to death, she denied it.  That is almost certainly a lie.  The company was allegedly purchased. The former CEO resigned on August 24th and we gave them the check on the 28th under the perception that there was some urgency to get it to them.  It turns out that in the buy/sell agreement there was a clause that stated that if the records being used to justify the sale were not accurate or truthful that the contract was null and void.  The seller defrauded that company too and they washed their hands of the sale.  We didn’t know about the sale of the company or any of these events until this past week.

Now the money is gone, the project not even started, 40 other projects in disarray and another hassle from dishonest people bedeviling the build out of our homestead.  This was to be the last “core” piece of construction needing completion and now we have nothing to show for it.

We have been getting some help.  The radio show that Solar Mart had a good reputation with was a referral network.  Zina contacted them and their director has been working with us to get some kind of justice.  He has an “in” with the DA of the economic crimes division in Denver and we got all of our documentation submitted to him this morning.  Zina has already received a response from him stating that this is a cut and dried case of fraud and they will be pursuing it.  I doubt that we will see a dime from this.  For my clients who read this…. this is why you keep cash reserves!!  Fortunately we didn’t go into debt and it won’t break us.  This is more a case of shock and disgust.  No way they win… no way!  I will take great joy seeing him arrested and doing jail time.

So in the meantime, we are all trying to once again heal from the antics of people who simply don’t understand the real meaning of the word honesty.  I haven’t really had time to defuse from the whole greenhouse debacle yet and now this!  I trust no one anymore.  I am continually flabbergasted how some people can live with themselves.  I don’t know how many psychological blows I can withstand, although I think my success rate to date has been pretty exemplary.

The warrior is once again determined.  Make no mistake, we will pursue this to the end.  The farm WILL have solar electricity and we will win.  I do NOT take defeats lightly.  In fact… I do not take them … at all.

I know the saying that what doesn’t kill you makes your stronger… I am strong enough thank you very much.  Never let your guard down because even when something looks on the up and up (and we had NO reason to believe these people would do this to us) it can still go full goose bozo wrong on you.  The key is to be able to take blow after blow, get up and keep moving forward.  That is what I fully intend to do.

Beware homesteaders…. the monsters are out there and they want your money.

All dressed up but nobody’s home:

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Smoke and Sunflowers

Because half the country seems to be on fire right now, we have been having pretty smoke filled skies.  Last night we watched the moonrise from the deck and it was as orange as I’ve ever seen it.  While it does make breathing a little uncomfortable at times, the pictures are spectacular.  This is from the deck at about 6 am this past week:

Smoke Sunrise

One of Colorado’s big crops is sunflowers.  There are fields and fields of them around us.  In the past week they have all reached their peak and there is yellow all around us!  Next weekend we will be harvesting in earnest as well.  The garden seems to be doing well despite our inattention this year because of so many distractions.  Zina has already picked all the kidney beans and the wheat is in the winnowing stages.  The potatoes look to not be disappointing.  Getting them up and stored is always a big job.  Hopefully my fingers will be healed up enough after cutting them up working on the greenhouse.  Potatoes involve a lot of hand digging despite the tractor’s best efforts.

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