I started digging the garden today in my quest for my own home grown flax:
I am quite tired now. I have spent practically my entire adult life living in apartments and am wimpy about digging. I figure that if I dig about this much every day left this week, I will be ready to plant on the weekend.
It is not as hard as I anticipated. I grew up on glacial till, and there are more rocks in that dirt than you can shake a stick at. It might have given me a distorted view of how hard gardening is.
I plan on going to my local yarn store and looking at spinning wheels etc. on the weekend. It’s all coming together.
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May 13, 2008 at 6:44 am
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May 6, 2008 at 11:10 pm
rebecca caisse
Rent a rototiller, girl. That looks like way too much work.
May 7, 2008 at 7:14 am
Sarah
No, no, no, the digging makes it good. It’s what I am doing instead of going to the gym. And the people in the Neolithic didn’t have rototillers — it’s all part of the process.
Sarah
May 7, 2008 at 10:15 am
Mike
Wow. Your efforts to grow flax are pretty cool.
Sounds like you have researched the process on-line. If you have additional questions, I’d recommend contacting John Wunder. He’s a 70-something, retired farmer who started growing flax again because of the nutrional value of the seeds. You can find his contact information at http://www.wunderflax.wordpress.com.
And I hope you at the flax seeds. It really is good for you health.
May 7, 2008 at 8:42 pm
Sarah
Mike,
Thank you for the referral, I will look at the blog you suggest and contact John if I have any questions. Actually I already do eat flax seeds. I grind them in my old coffee grinder and throw them in my oatmeal or granola mostly.
The only problem I anticipate is how and where to thresh the flax to get the seed. It’s not really something you could do in the house or on the ground. Maybe I should lay down a sheet or something. Oh well, I will cross that bridge when I come to it.
Sarah