Here we are, experiencing our third white-out style blizzard so far this winter, in between several more normal snowfalls. I have been out shoveling the snow, playing with some snow fencing to learn what it does and how it directs the snow. Right by the front door, we have some “Bow Wave” drifts where the wind called a “Nor-Easter” hits the house first. I have moved some of these around a bit, and have cut through to make access, and also to attempt to redirect the snow. Interesting. It’s all light and fluffy and dry, not like our We(s)t coast slop.
Thinking about Spring, a lot. A couple of months ago, we had someone come by and offer to “Help us with the Blueberries” for 10% of the take from the harvest. “So..what do you mean by Help?” — “Mow, clean up, spray and harvest them” — “Just a second, you lost me at spray!” — “We need to control the weeds for mechanical harvesting and the bugs for quality” — Just what the other guys were telling us too…. Tests were done, apparently, that the pesticides did not go into the ground water…..I’m still not convinced.
Well, I explained to the gentlemen that I had done more than my share of pesticide application in my career as a City Gardener, and I really didn’t want to continue. Anybody bringing pesticides onto our land is in trespass. 
So we agreed to disagree. He indicated, likely in a form of “Sour Grapes–err–Blueberries” that an operation the size of ours didn’t really need mechanical harvesting anyway. I indicated that I was contemplating going organic, and he agreed that it might be a good thing, again, in such a small operation. He owns the field behind ours. That used to be part of the same property we are on, but was sold in 2007. I would so like to buy it back! But $13,500 is more money than we can bring to bear right now. Bills need to be paid first.
Life goes on.
