Runaway Matting and the Stubbornness of Sheep

Stepping out of the car into the bitter chill made me regret leaving the coat at home this afternoon. Little did I know that within minutes I’d be sweating profusely thanks to a giant roll of capillary matting racing towards me from the top of the hill.

My mother, arms flailing in the wind, trailing behind, added a comedic touch to the situation. After an entertaining struggle we managed to wrestle the matting back up the hill and secure it safely in the barn.

With that mini adventure behind us we embarked on a tour of our new polytunnel nestled within the original like a Russian nesting doll, I’m told this impressive miniature structure will soon house seeds come next January/February, with the capillary matting playing a crucial role as a water wick to keep the plants hydrated while capturing any runoff. So I suppose the struggle will be worth it, come next spring.

Our excitement was momentarily dampened when we discovered a frustrating issue with the irrigation system, the water pressure was disappointingly low when we attempted to water the plants. Ever the detective my mother announced that there must be a hole in the piping somewhere. With that established we determined that finding the leak would became an investigative task reserved for Chris, later that day. Rest assured, we are determined to resolve it promptly, we’ll need to with the weather quickly changing to the breezy summer heat. I never think i’ll miss the rain until faced with over two acres of thirsty plants.

Amidst the farming challenges I had the opportunity to pluck some freshly grown golden oregano a beautiful herb with a bright yellow-green hue and a refreshing earthy aroma and with it I plan to create a lemon and oregano pesto for tonight’s dinner.

Pesto is such a versatile recipe, I love being able to savor the garden’s fresh herbs in various ways whether mixed with pasta, added to tomato soup, used as a rub for meat, or frozen in convenient tablespoon-sized portions, its always delicious. I can finally use my new pestle and mortar too.

Our day concluded with a heartwarming task—rounding up Mary, our wandering sheep. It seemed that Mary had strayed from his familiar pasture last night and found himself on our narrow access track. Determined to revel in the lush greenery along the roadside, Mary seemed content to bid farewell to his familiar surroundings oblivious to the worries he caused us, however with some irresistible sheep nuts as bribery and a fair amount of cooing we successfully herded him back to his rightful home. All’s well that ends well at Andyn Farm today.

Abby