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Seedlings in a cage, Axe against a tree

This post has definitely been delayed in its writing and release. But there are new trees once again planted! They went in on Memorial Day. I guess its a good day to plant a tree, at least I won't forget the date they were planted. 

They are a fruit tree that almost anyone reading this hasn't heard of, unless you are around me enough to have heard me talk about the more experimental fruits that I would like to attempt growing. It is the Che Fruit. I say experimental because it is listed in most sources as a zone 6 plant and the farm is right on the fringe of 5A-5Bish. As you head towards the coast of Maine (45 min south), you approach zone 6. So I thought I'd give them a try. 

 

Che fruit, also called Chinese Mulberry or Melon Berry, is a relative of mulberries but is much rounder. Supposedly they taste similar to some sort of melon (I have no clue) It looks similar to a small golf ball sized Osage Orange fruit, and in fact, these seedlings are grafted trees onto an Osage Orange root. That is also a supporting reason for attempting to grow them here. Osage Orange, while not edible, grows really well pretty much anywhere. So I'm hoping its extra hardiness will help the che tree grafted to it. To also aid in their survival, I planted them up close to a chunk of the bedrock ledge that protrudes from the ground. The nearby bedrock will keep the soil and plants in the near vicinity to it a smidge warmer in the winter.  They may be great, they may just die as soon as winter returns, but they should at least be safe from the deer in their little cages. 

 

On a tiny side note, I built a new axe. Well, not the actual axe head. I don't have blacksmith skills...yet, but everything else I made. Turned out pretty nice. Its a small axe with only about a 20 inch handle. Much nicer to use and control that some giant felling axe. I've primarily used it to limb trees or hit felling wedges in. The handle was made from scratch from some nice ash blanks I got from my friend Steve's friend Rodney who runs Peavey Manufacturing Co. just down the road in Eddington, ME. They make all their peavey and axe handles from perfect quarter-sawn ash blanks and he was awesome to give us two blanks to carve out our own handles from! The leather was from the scrap grab-bags from the Hobby Lobby (not as exciting as the source of the wood). The actual axe head came from the Trash and Treasures barn just down the other road to Searsport, ME. Just a cool RAW antique & stuff barn. This was a slow project for a while, but it's finally done. Looks good, works good.

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Ahhhh, Nuts

BOOM! 92Nuts in the ground! What kind of nuts? Chestnuts of course. Courtesy of my father who, inspired by my interest in Chestnuts, sent me a box of about 100 chestnuts. Ready to plant. Just stick them in the ground. 

You may be thinking, "I've seen chestnuts. They are in those little spikey husks right?" Well.... Yes. But you probably are thinking of Horse Chestnuts. These are American Chestnuts. One you can eat, one you can NOT. American Chestnuts look like sea urchins in trees and there are three huge nuts to a pods.  Horse Chestnuts are like spiky little ping pong balls with only one sad little nut.

 
Horse Chestnut

Horse Chestnut

 
American Chestnut

American Chestnut

These are the first "official" thing planted by me here. To plant an entire row requires some thought. I have a definite thing for chestnuts. They are an amazing tree with an equally amazing history. Naturally ranging from the south in Mississippi all the way up with the Appalachian Mountains to Maine, 1 in 4 trees was a huge American Chestnut. That amounted to about 4 billion trees, but in 1904 a strange disease was notice in the Bronx Zoo on the trees. It turned out to be a chestnut blight inadvertently introduced with Chinese Chestnut imported trees. Within a few decades its estimated 99% of the Chestnuts died, taking with it entire animal populations that relied on the abundance of chestnuts for food.  

So coming back to the present, there has been a lot of exciting work that never stopped since the onset of the chestnut blight. For many decade, most efforts were just slow going or failures. Now various groups have either had elaborate crossbreeding programs to develop disease resistance or have taken the approach of modern genetics to develop that resistance.

These chestnuts I planted are a hybrid between American and Chinese Chestnuts. While they are probably not from one of the big nationally recognized breeding programs, they are still a very important piece to the puzzle of bringing back the chestnuts to country. The more disease resistance AND genetic variety that can be preserved will be needed in the future. Small private orchards have just the same ability as large sponsored groups to develop unique plants. I fully intend to carry on that concept. 

Dr. William A. Powell received his BS in biology in 1982 at Salisbury State University, MD, and his PhD in 1986 at Utah State University studying the molecular mechanisms of hypovirulence in the chestnut blight fungus, Cryphonectria parasitica.

These are just the first of many chestnuts, other nut trees, fruit trees, shrubs, bushes, and berries. The more the better. Whatever don't get used directly on the farm will keep all the little woodland creatures happy.  With more cultivars, there is more potential to create something that is new; bigger, better, stronger. The chestnut is a great starting place for the farm. This area most likely once had chestnuts growing here. Why not return them? Its a win win for the farm and for the ecosystem.

There were once almost 4 billion American chestnuts and they were among the largest, tallest, and fastest-growing trees in the eastern forest. The wood was long-lasting, straight-grained, and suitable for furniture, fencing, and building. The nuts fed billions of birds and animals.

If you are interested in Chestnuts, you should definitely Google & YouTube the heck out of them!

The American Chestnut Foundation is a great place to start. 

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Surprises in uncharted territory.

For those who don't know. While I've owned all this land since December, I've actually been studying, researching, and exploring it a lot for at least the last year (or more). In that time I've become fairly familiar with many areas of the property. There is one quarter that I had never been. My friend Steve and I trekked out into that unknown today while following one of the streams. What we found as we rounded a bend, we were not expecting....  a waterfall. 

Me alongside the falls. 

It pretty much blew our minds. We immediately started referencing the GPS and conferring whether or not we had accidentally crossed the property line or not. The GPS showed we still had a long way to go in either direction until we found the property line. So we split ways. I darted into the forest in search of the line and Steve followed the stream.  I popped out on a high ridge overlooking the rest of the property, but still no line. Eventually we found it, confirming our excitement. I own a waterfall. 

Steve atop the "overflow" waterfall.

Months ago, Brent had made the statement that this land "had better have waterfalls and stuff for all the trouble you've been going through to want it so much." At that time, I didn't have any knowledge of its existence, but NOW there is not one, but TWO! All with a carved out gorge feeding them. I've named them Hemlock Falls since they are surrounded almost exclusively by large hemlock trees. The water is very low right now as it has been quite dry, but with some rain, this should be an amazing sight to see! 

There are still portions of unknown around the waterfall that had yet to be explored, but the day was disappearing and we left the forest.

The Gorge.

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New website, fallen over tree.

It was a fun weekend of learning and building a website. I have no idea what I'm doing, but its going well so far! The blogging is by far something that I never ever thought I'd find myself doing, but here I am. I feel like it is some kind of weird diary, but one the entire world has the stupid little key that you lost long ago. This blog will cover projects and adventures out on the "farm." Even though it is still just a property that is mostly trees, I need to just start calling it something. "The land" just is starting to sound like a jar of stale cookies on the back shelf. So a blog was born because of a personal internal argument with semantics. Not just a blog either, but an entire name for the farm, an eventual website, a domain name, and maybe even an email if I really want to make things serious.

A name: Frutteto Farms.

Frutteto is Italian for orchard. Farm because it started with F. I considered Orchard instead of Farm, but as much as I like the nerdy literal translation to Orchard Orchard, it just did not get stuck in my head the same. 

Instant Problem: Everyone, including myself every time I type it, spells it wrong constantly. It seems to just be one of those annoying words! So I figured that frustration needed to be redirected... a slogan was born:

Hard to spell, Hard to forget.

Thanks Mom for taking this picture!

Thanks Mom for taking this picture!

Unfortunately the first post must also end on a sad note. The amazing white tree that stood along side the field and that I used as my cover page picture was blown over in a wind storm. Apparently wind is stronger than a cool dead tree. So now it is lying on its side...Ironically half into the cemetery behind it.  Time to plant something new in its place.

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