Another crop starts to grow, and another Youth Day Parade passes by. I thought the parade this year was great. There were lots of people to watch the horses and Shriners go by, and the Winters Friends of the Library band has become one of the best entries in the parade. I’m not sure about letting politicians into the parade. It might add to the length, but it doesn’t add to the small town feel. I would rather see tractors, or more horses.
The third story of the hotel is going up, and I mean up. The building will be impressive when it is completed sometime next year. I’m sure there are hotel partners that wish the project was already finished, but they are making progress, even if it isn’t happening overnight. When the hotel is finished, and you can sit on the roof to watch the world go by, we might have to move the parade route back to Railroad Avenue, then again, you will be able to look down on First Street, and the announcer’s booth, without much problem.
I am trying to take care of 20 fruit trees on a country ranch, but so far, I’m getting a failing grade. I sprayed, but three out of four of the peach trees look terrible. I think they call it curly leaf, but it should be call disaster leaf. I’ll have to venture into the Café and ask the resident farmers about how bad it is for the trees. I don’t think I’m the only one with the problem, but my peach tree at home seems fine. I’ll need to find out how to file for crop insurance. If I want to be a wanabe farmer, I need to figure out how to get on the farm welfare rolls. Isn’t that the American way?
I’m still thinking about opening a fruit stand, but there won’t be any peaches, unless the one tree produces enough surplus fruit to put on the market. Last year I ate all of the apricots, there weren’t that many, and didn’t see a cherry on any of the five cherry trees. So far, my farmer learning curve is pretty vertical, but now I have time to sit with real farmers and see what wisdom I can absorb.
Last winter I was told to turn off the well pump, wrap the pipes against freezing, and to cover the tank. I was following orders when a different farmer just smirked when I told him about preparing for a deep freeze. “You don’t have to protect your well, just fix the pipes if they freeze. It is just part of routine maintenance.” I finished wrapping the pipes and protecting the well anyway. Maybe next time I need advice I’ll ask for a vote at the Café, or head over to Berryessa Sporting Goods to get young farmer’s opinions. Age wise I imagine that I’m in the middle of the two groups, but in reality, closer to the Café’s demographics.
Maybe I can get the Suisun Valley Co-op to offer seminars on farming techniques. Will Round-Up cure my problems, or should I just start over?
Have a good week.