May 27, 2009
The Farm Update
release of Primitive Gathering 5/15/09
upcoming release of Simply Primitives 6/1/09
and Lemon Poppy Seeds 6/1/09
....greetings from a very soggy wet day in northern Michigan. Dreary at best, but somehow it suits my temperament of the day.
I am grateful for the rain, as we have new grass seeding planted and I am working in the large flower garden and am grateful for the moisture, so I need not water. The perennials are all nicely out and growing, but I have yet to plant the new seeds and only have one of the flats of snapdragons planted. My irrigation system at the moment is comprised of just long stretches of hoses, running from the pump house out to the garden. One to water the plants on the west side of the house is mistakenly a soaker hose, so each time I water, I end up drenched myself with splurts of water. I will have to rectify that. But that means a trip to the hay barn, and the hoses are in the lower calf pen, which is the haunt of Fritz the Anaconda, resident barn yard snake, so I am delaying the
retrieval of those hoses until I can get myself properly  geared up for the Fritz encounter. Which, given my fondness NOT, for Fritz, I may simply continue to hose myself off each time I water rather than the eventual confrontation with Fritz. I prefer to be up on the big rider mower when we meet. That rarely is the case. But even then potential diarrhea takes over and I find myself turning the
mower in another direction to hightail it out of his domain. Ah, summer. Snakes and tent worms.
Speaking of which, the tent worms are out of control again this season. We have burned many of the white ghost pale sacks in the trees we could reach. But gale force winds of many days have curtailed that chore and until the recent rains, we have had a many county 'no burn' in effect, due to dry conditions. So they are quickly becoming out of control. That means the nightly trek up and down this country dirt road, to smush them by the hundreds before they can eat all the leaves off the trees. Drated things!
I got the cemetery flowers done Sunday. And filled the big urn here in the front yard with flowers for Ron's folks. I no longer take the huge arrangement to their grave site, as the last 4 years I did that, vandals stole the flowers. There is quite a problem in our small old country cemetery with that. Sometimes, they rip the flowers right up out of the ground. I think it is pretty bad when people steal flowers from graves!
Cheryl and me went up to Wallin Farms for flowers just before Mother's Day. Getting cosmos and snapdragons was the reason for the jaunt. Difficult to find the taller ones, Wallins always has them. If you don't buy early, you can't find them. But early here means that they set on the porches or in garages covered against the almost weekly frosts we get. Indeed, we had frost a week ago yesterday and the night before that too. So what I had already growing was covered. My garden looked like a Halloween graveyard, with sheets draped over large items to cover those precious plants with.
The 100 white tall tulips I planted last fall are exquisite. They came early with a few nice days we had in March. Too early actually. And I feared they would kill off with the cold weather that followed. But they didn't, and are absolutely breath taking.
Before I forget...I do want to tell you however, that ALL the plants got planted last year. You will remember Ron thinks that I should just pitch them out of the truck in the ditch on my way home from the nursery, as I don't always get them planted and they become way too big for those little black seed planters and of course....die. We go thru this discussion every year. And much to my dismay, he is usually right. BUT not last year. I planted each and every one. And will again this year! Yes, yes, I will.
Ron (the farmer) got my Mother's Day 2008 rototiller out for me last night between rain intervals, with my intention of running it down the middle of the flower bed again to dig up some mint and silver king which left alone would completely take over my garden. Knowing full well I could not decipher the instructions on the handle to start the thing, I couldn't. Instructions and manuals continue to confound me. Even the farmer had trouble with it. But after several impatient moments and pulls on the rope, and pushing the bulb in TEN times per the instructions, a few more pulls, getting the setting right, getting it choked, it did start. Like I could have done that !!?? Then he left me alone to my own devices and went off to weed whack around the farm buildings. I roared around behind it, digging out the silver king and mint, and being careful not to hit plants that I wanted saved. Dirt flying everywhere. But in my digging, I have roots wrapped around the blades and did not have the patience  or strength last night to pull them all out. He tells me to use a box cutter knife. Which is about the same as me contemplating using an axe on Fritz. Me and anything sharp is not always a good thing. I will wait for a day when I haven't had too many cups of coffee. But soon, because I want to work more in that flower bed. It remains beautiful, even in its early summer state, which because of such cold weather, is really mid spring state. It will be a nice refuge for me later.
In another letter I must tell you about my 9PM working in the flower garden WITH the gate open, and the black bear. Godfrey, I think I will have to start gardening with the .22 strapped to my leather tool belt along with the hoe and axe.
13 days ago, when I should have been mailing you a newsletter and indeed did intend to, our lives were changed in an instant and no letter was written. A Friday, the 15th, I wanted to tell you that I had new things listed on The Primitive Gathering, but had a lot of errands to run that day. I absolutely HAD to get groceries (in Cadillac), had a hair appointment in Tustin at 4PM, and was supposed to meet Ron's sisters (Mary and Ellen), his aunt, and 2 nieces along with Ronnie for lunch at Bevins Crossing in LeRoy at noon. All in different towns. So I decided against the morning trip for groceries as I might not get back intime for lunch.
We all met at the restaurant. We had a lovely lunch, nice talking. Ellen's husband had died of cancer 6 weeks before and these lunches are supposed to get us together and help her cope with Bob's death and the stress of his 2 year cancer battle. We all departed shortly after 1PM and went our separate ways home. I got the call shortly after 4:30. Ellen was killed in a car accident on M-115 about 20 minutes after leaving us. We are stunned, grieving and mad. So last week, we did visitation, family gatherings, and a funeral. And we are trying to understand. And then Ronnie and I both got sick with colds. Thankfully, we got thru the
funeral without being sick, as it was very trying and weary for us. The accident is senseless. It never should have happened. We are praying a witness who sent an anonymous letter to the police about the driver who hit Ellen head on, will have the courage to come forward with the truth. Yet, we grieve for this vital full of life woman who is gone, for our niece and nephews who lost both parents in 6 weeks time, and for us.
It is a stark reminder to me, that life is fragile and often snuffed out in an instant. We need to live EACH day.
I would ask that you would check daughter Beulah/ Robin 's blog posted below with my links. Robie has a remarkable gift of photography and words and her still frames are deeply profound.
Below are links to my sales. Also please take the time to check out Miss Elspeth (Wendy) of who also sells on  and friend Bittersweet Susan who does remarkable work as well.  Her work is also on  Also good friends Candy and Max  for their offerings and show information.  Also another friend has some great antique finds..
We are showing a hand formed papier-mâché Patriotic Sam on SP this time. I am weeding out some of my own collections as this farmhouse simply has not enough room for my collections.
OK, in spite of the rain and muddy road, I must go to the post office. I need to go to Cadillac too, but the thoughts of pouring rain roads and parking lots doesn't appeal to me today, so I will put that off a day, as tomorrow is supposed to be nicer.
Anything to avoid going to town somedays!!
Thanks for asking to be a part of our farm and life.
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in fond regard,
rosemary Viberta Pickett still thriving
life gardening with a black bear
beginning to like my short hair (most days)
barefoot after a long 6 month winter...    NEW 6/1/09   NEW 5/15/09   NEW 6/1/09