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Lately…

19 Wednesday Aug 2015

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Gentleman Farming, Living, Seasons, time, Totem Hall

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chores, farm boss, farm chores, field mow, fieldwork, hay, kubota, taylor pittsburgh mower deck

I’ve been spending time on the back of a tractor, contemplating all the mysteries…

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Rhododendron Pop

29 Tuesday Apr 2014

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Gardening, Gentleman Farming, Seasons

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farm chores, fieldwork, flowers, hay, kubota, mowing, plants, rhododendron, taylor pittsburgh mower deck, tractors

go girl...

go girl…

that's right...

that’s right…

you go, girl...

you go, girl…

Spring has sprung.

&

So, fieldwork calls…

boy toy...

boy toy…

saddle up...

saddle up…

front field, in part...

front field, in part…

right, off we go then...

right, off we go then…

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Farm Fashionable

17 Thursday Apr 2014

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Gentleman Farming, Passages, Style, Totem Hall

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arrow, brooks brothers, business chores, clothing, cov-ver, farm chores, filson, fishing, hay, hens, home chores, hunting, jc penny, koi fish, long leaf pine, polo ralph lauren, quarter horses, russell moccasin, sears, st. john's bay, wigwam

clothes of the trade...

clothes of the trade…

Back in the day, before the deluge of the modern mail order catalog, I eagerly used to await the latest Sears or JC Penny wish book. Once I had the catalog in my hands, I would carefully go through the pages, picking this and that for some vaguely defined executive future. Happily ensconced in the world of Sears and JC Penny, I put together many an outfit to wear to the office, on the golf course, at supper, in the garden.

Here we are now; flashed forward forty plus years, and those early dreams of an outfit here and an outfit there did not quite turn out as planned. Dress at Totem Hall is nothing but practical. Horses, chickens, pine trees, hay fields, vegetable crops, fruit trees, and koi fish demand nothing less, and those are just the living entities that want attention. I have not mentioned the pool, barn, home, fencing, drive, studio, well house, all of which have their particular care and needs.

Above, spread out over the bed, is my day. Below is my day, in detail.

the basics...

the basics…

• Underwear
Brooks Brothers and Polo Ralph Lauren
(age and, well, age means boxers instead of briefs)
(southern boys always wear crew neck tee shirts, always)

the arrow collar man...

the arrow collar man…

• Shirt
Brooks Brothers
(the ubiquitous button down, worn out, frayed, usually Brooks Brothers)

might as well have the best...

might as well have the best…

• Pants
Filson
(if there is a better pair to hunt, fish, farm, garden, chore, or spreadsheet in, show me)

these boots are made for...

these boots are made for…

• Socks & Boots
Wigwam and Russell Moccasin
(heavy-duty, warm, need to fill the boots)
(ma’am, just bury me in my boots, please)

warmth...

warmth…

• Jacket
St. John’s Bay
(goodwill find, wish it had pockets, absolutely love it and I like browns)

the finishing touch...

the finishing touch…

• Hat
Cov-Ver
(my best buddy, very floppy, much worn in, much loved)

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Eat Like A Horse

20 Sunday Jan 2013

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Gentleman Farming, Horses

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animals, cinch chix, farm chores, hay, quarter horses

We keep horses, specifically quarter horses.  Growing up, my only experience on a horse was as a young boy, dressed in western gear, and led around a ring at a fair.  My wife is a most accomplished rider.  Among her many achievements, early in our marriage, she trained horses for the track at her aunt’s facility.

So, horses are a big part of our life here at the farm.  Horses eat.  In fact, horses eat quite a bit.  One of our main challenges is keeping them fed, especially in the winter, especially in the wake of a nasty multi-year drought, which plays havoc on our non-irrigated pastures.

The boys await...

The boys await…

Traditionally, we fed our boys (all our horses are geldings) square bale hay.  Of course, this meant one of us had to make a run to the barn at least twice a day, sometimes more.  Now, there is nothing wrong with strolling out to the barn, other than it does start to consume a day away.

As a result, over time, we started using round bales, which allow the horses to eat when ready, pretty much all the time.  The downside to the round bale is the waste.  Horses eat.  Horses eat and pee.  Horses eat and poop.  Horses do not mind doing this on and around the hay bale that they have hoofed apart in search of the most succulent grasses.

Dinner on a trailer...

Dinner on a trailer…

I hate waste and I love the internet, at least for conducting obscure research.  Someone out there actually did a study and found the best way to feed a horse with minimal waste is to use a cinch net, which is what we now do.

See how little waste...

See how little waste…

Bale on site...

Bale on site…

Cutting away the twine....

Cutting away the twine….

Net is on...

Net is on…

Cinching tight...

Cinching tight…

My job is done...

My job is done…

Time to eat...

Time to eat…

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Recent Background Noise

Perhaps my ennui stems from David Bowie's death. I read somewhere that we should consider ourselves lucky to have lived at the same time he did. I do. Many years ago, there was a girl in my secondary school, Debbie P., who was very hip, very groovy, and very pretty. Now I attended Catholic schools and so, as you might imagine, we had to wear uniforms, except, of course, for after-school activity, and that's where I get to the point of the story. Our school was putting on its big play of the year, I had a small part, Debbie was working backstage. One evening during rehearsal she showed up wearing a Ziggy Stardust tee-shirt. I was young, naive, not hip, not groovy, and not knowing who the ambiguous Ziggy might be. During the weekend that followed that rehearsal, I went to a record store and discovered just what David Bowie was all about. It was a transforming experience. Now some forty years later, I farm, David is dead, and Debbie is into Christian rock bands. Did I say ennui...

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