Farm Update

Plants, planting, contest and near disaster at the dump We are finally beginning to prepare some new beds and a few other areas for planting! We are officially on our way into the 2014 season. We have our spring organic veggie plants now available. Broccoli, cauliflower, kale and chard. Fifty cents per plant. Vicky will have her planting clinic soon. We will keep you posted. The first veggie of the season is always asparagus. Because you never know when those first delicious spears are going to pop through the soil, we have decided to play Americas number one fun game, "WHEN WILL OUR ASPARAGUS SHOW ITS FACE"! Go to our Facebook page submit your guess and if your date is correct you win a coveted Rousedale Farm t-shirt! If we have more than one correct guess we will draw one winner from them all. Good luck. The other day when it was snowing, who knows which snow day it was, I headed to the dump with our trash and recyclables. I made my way to the giant dumpster to toss my paper and glass in. I decided not to use the metal stairs to carry my large plastic trash cans up to dump the contents, but instead lifted the trash can over my head to empty it over the side eight feet up. When I did all the recycles crashed down on to the floor of the nearly empty massive dumpster, but so did my trash can, as I lost my grip on the slippery handle. I was somewhat startled at first. I had never thrown in my trash can along with the trash before. I climbed the metal stairs to take a look down into the cavernous steel dumpster. There lay my ten dollar trash can. It was in practically new condition. What was I to do? It was a goner. There was no way to reach the thing. It was on the bottom of the steel cavern. I thought to myself, "maybe the darn thing cost twenty bucks". I looked around. The dump was quiet that snowy day. I put one leg over the side. I looked around again. Should I really be doing this? I put the other leg over and I jumped into the dumpster. I immediately sensed I was dropping a lot further than I thought i would. I made my way over to my thirty dollar trash can and tossed it back to safety. Now I had to get out of the house sized dumpster. I went back to where I thought the stairs were. I reached as high as I could and grabbed the top of the wall and attempted to pull myself up. I struggled. I tried to get leverage with my feet on the wet steel walls. A sense of panic began to come over me. "What if I can't get out of this thing? Do I yell for help from inside the dumpster? It's got to be against the law, roaming around in a dumpster. Do I call Vicky and ask her to come and save me? I can hear the conversation now....You're WHERE! Plus I may be buried alive before she could save me." Terror turned into panic. Panic turned into fear. Fear miraculously turned into strength and somehow I pulled myself up and over the side to safety. I looked nervously around. I appeared to be alone with my embarrassment. I picked up my fifty dollar trash can and drove home. Vowing to always keep a strong grip on my trash cans from now on. Thank you for allowing me to come clean with my story. I didn't even tell Vicky about this. Guess I'll find out if she reads the blog.

Locally Yours, Vicky and Steve