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2019 almond shaking and sweeping

It is crazy to think we have been in almond harvest for two weeks now. Even crazier to think I am just now getting time to sit down and blog about it. But here we are...

We started shaking almond trees on August 6th, so more than two weeks ago. This year we started shaking more than a week later than we did the past several years. The almonds just weren't ready as early as they usually are. We have had cooler weather this year. Even to this day, there have not been as many 100 plus degree days as we usually get. I am not complaining personally, I have enjoyed this summer much better. The cooler weather just delayed everything.

The almonds need so many hot days to help them ripen and dry out for harvest. With cooler temperatures it just takes a little longer. I would say though, we are more on target to when almond harvest used to be. We only started harvesting in the end of July when the trees were more stressed from lack of water and hot temperatures. When the trees have more wat…

One Man's Trash

If I learned, one thing about growing up on a farm and marrying a farmer, it would be farmers are very resourceful. It seems like every time my Mom would throw something out of the littlest use, it always ended up in my Dad's shop. He seems to think that there would be a need for it someday or that would be able to tinker with it to find a need it for later.

That all came in handy a month or so ago when we up at my mom's house, we noticed a stray kitten wandering around the acreage. My parents hadn't had a cat for over 10 years. The last dog had to be put down a year ago. But sure enough, we went in the shop and there was a cat food bowl and water bowls, too. We even found some old dog bones, which our dog at home was very happy about.


My husband and I had been talking about getting chickens soon. We always had them growing up but it had been 20 years or so since the chicken house was tore down and the chickens all disappeared. I was wondering through my Dad's shop a f…

Stop and Smell the Roses

There is always time to stop and smell the roses 🌷

My grandparents always had a massive rose garden. As a kid, I have fond memories of picking roses and watching my grandfather tend to his what seemed like millions rose bushes. My grandma loved to work in the rose garden too, it was always time with the whole family.
My father continued on the same tradition. He had a green thumb for roses and he loved those bushes. When my parents first moved into their house they had 100 roses in their yard. They eventually made a smaller garden, but still spent just as much time caring for those roses. Now, he has a good rose garden of probably 20-30 rose bushes. He used to always pick roses for my mom and bring them inside for her to enjoy. It was always a special little gift he made for her. 
Now we continue his legacy by picking roses and taking them to his grave. I know he was looking down on us this morning as my daughter was playing with his roses. I’m sure he was probably worrying about her…