Showing posts with label Fall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fall. Show all posts

Sunday, November 12, 2023

November 12th, 2023 Late Fall in Effect

Not too surprisingly, Fall landed on Creekside Farm on time and completely within one week's time. The rains started about mid-October, just as the leaves began falling , and it hasn't stopped since. We've had three days of relative dryness, but even those three days had rain in the darkness of late night.  And about ten days ago, just as October ended, the trees all turned Golden-red as leaves began raining down and covering everything like snow. So while the place is a real mess, it's a beautiful mess. 

Our Pirate Organic Flag
So far nobody has noticed it
Occasionally the sun peaks out from behind the clouds for a moment and you have to stop and appreciate the colors. The small windows of sky are bright blue and the sun reflects off of the recently fallen leave, washing everything in the bright yellows and reds of the recently fallen leaves that haven't had time to turn brown and grey. It is really quite beautiful. But the bad weather has us staying indoors quite a lot more than usual. The gardens look like hell. Decaying plants are everywhere, covered in leaves or not. We had a hard frost for three consecutive days at the beginning of November which killed off nearly all of the plants in our Garden rows and the stuff remains where it fell. 

Part of our farm plan is to do something called "Chop and Drop". This is where we use the plants to feed the soil by composting in place. The idea is to chop the plants off at ground level and leave the roots in place. Any of the nutrients not used in making fruit is recycled back into the soil. We haven't been out in the muddy gardens to do much of the chopping, but the frost did quite a lot of making the stuff lay down so it will rake up nicely when we do get out there to work. Following the chopping, our plan is to layer on a few inches of leaf compost to protect the soil from rain and ice erosion. Something we still need to do. 

We have taken in four or five truck loads of leaf debris this year, about a hundred yards. Last year we took in four hundred yards and used most of it to build garden rows and we don't need as much. But even if we needed a lot more we wouldn't really have room for it. After we moved the tiny home to behind the Farmhouse we don't have much room for piles of compost back there. So we are putting the leaf piles out front of the house this year and there isn't nearly as much space.  It makes it much easier to bring the truckloads in, and much easier to take the stuff into the gardens too. 

Moving the tiny home into the back and splitting it into two parts has really improved how they are being used. After the move we sealed up the eight foot hole which served as a pass-through between the two halves with a sliding glass door making it a nice, but tiny, apartment where our son is living. We put another sliding door in the similar hole in the second half and now it has become the "Dog House". After the move I built stairs onto both halves and we painted the exteriors before the rains started last month. 

The New Dog Bed
in the new Dog House
The Dog House is rough, but after we built a ten foot by three foot raised platform inside for a dog bed, and put a heater under it, our hounds are very happy to sleep there. We go out every evening after dinner and spend an hour or so cuddling them. We also put a wireless web cam in there and a small wireless television for entertainment. It's cozy and looks great from the outside, but we still need to re-do the interior with drywall and new flooring.  So we're on hold for money. But the bad weather and lack of capitol haven't completely stopped progress.

We are still harvesting potatoes. On one slightly less wet day a few weeks ago we pulled two hundred pounds from four rows. A month or so back we took another hundred pounds. Now there are five rows remaining and we are running out of space to store spuds. But the quality and size of our potato crop is very good. No-till gardening is high in micro-nutrients and so our potatoes have excellent flavor and texture. They are a delight. 

In between rain storms, we have finally begun pouring concrete steps and decking under the porch surrounding the Farmhouse. So far we have two steps and about eight linear feet of decking. Pouring concrete is hard work, but we ought to have a full set of entry steps in a week or two. What there is now is so much nicer than the ad hoc wooden sets we built to satisfy the building inspector last year. We had bought a large amount of bagged concrete then, but hadn't found the time to mix and form the stuff until now.  I'll put up a picture when the thing is finished, until then it is sort of a mess. 

The New DIY Rocketdog Coat Kit

In other news we thought our girl hound Laffee Taffee was having a litter of pups near Halloween, but it turned out to be a dud. Only one puppy took, and it did not thrive, so Taffee and Clarke will get another try in Spring. Our Rocketdog Winter Coat has sold relatively well this year. Our hounds love theirs and orders for the coats are up quite a bit from last year. We are adding a sew-it-yourself kit to the line-up this as we work to increase sales without increasing labor. We are using a pretty good set of marketing tools that Square.com offers and will even have gift cards for sale there this year. Time will tell, but gifts and other products are a part of our longer termed growth plans.

We fully expect a drying trend to happen some time soon. Last year was pretty wet, but there were times when we could go out and clean stuff up. We still need to get the Greenhouse up and running. The heating system we have in there needs a bit of work, but the Greenhouse doesn't get much planted until late February, so there's time still. Despite the weather, things are going along pretty well here and we're looking forward to next Spring.





Monday, October 16, 2023

October 16th, 2023 A Quick Update

 There are many small things going on here as we slide into Fall. El Nino has Fall coming on hard this year. The rains started nearly a month early, but nothing too heavy yet. And the leaves are coming down heavily in Town.so we're getting deliveries of leaves a full month early.  

We have the doors and stairs on the Tiny Homes we moved last month and got them both painted. The place looks quite a bit less ramshackle. We are still working on the kennel, but it isn't ready to put the dogs into. We need to get this done before cold weather arrives. This week we will stay above fifty degrees so no missive hurry yet. 

I began the concrete work for the Farmhouse Porch floor. I didn't have the time but we need a porch and steps before Winter and I have been putting it off. The project is pretty large, so I am breaking the project into a large number of small pours. More to come on this later. Our immediate goal is to put steps and a landing in first. I bought the bagged concrete for the start of the project a year ago and from what I can tell we didn't have any spoilage. This is the last large House project and we have done without for too long a long time. 

We are due to have puppies at the end of the month, but so far Taffee isn't showing signs and this is a bit worrisome. She may just have a small litter working. Time will tell.

I have no pictures to share with this posting, nor is there much worth writing about. So I will keep this short. 

Monday, September 11, 2023

September 11th, 2023 Undoing What We Did.

On August 29th, 2017 we got our first permit to build something in on what someday would become Creekside Farm. Our permit was for a temporary electrical service to power our building efforts. This marked the beginning of our plans in action. We figured to have it for two years.

Today we ordered the "temporary " wires taken down since all trailers  tiny homes, internet services, and wells, are relocated to more permanent power sources. The temporary wires will be gone on October 11th.

Friday, September 8, 2023

September 8th, 2023 Summer Winding Down

 Summer is still with us for a few more weeks. Today it is a wonderful seventy-five degrees and clear skies. While this isn't very good for farming veggies, it is wonderful for working in. We have a lot to show for all the work this year. 

We got the Tiny Home Cabin(s) moved a few weeks ago. The project was planned years ago and there were some significant issues we needed to address to make things work out.  We needed to expand the electrical, water, and septic infrastructure to make the tiny home(s) usable once  we got them moved. 

On the left is the Tiny Home Cabin we moved to the Farm back in early Winter of 2018.
On the right is the same space (note the telephone pole in both pictures) as it is today.

Since we have a serious iron problem with our water we have built our water system with house water is very well filtered. This house water system had to be tapped into to provide good water the the Tiny Homes (now called the Guest House and Kennel). Then we had to expand the electrical system to provide power to the Guest House and Kennel as well.  While we did the electrical work we also included inlets, outlets, and switching to bring in generator power when it is needed. And finally we needed to put in piping to remove septic waste. Each of these projects was difficult to accomplish, even if not very expensive.  Once we got all the preliminary ground work done it was time to separate and move the two Tiny Homes to their permanent places behind the Farmhouse.

The new Farmhouse layout.
When we built the first trailer we did the work in the driveway of our home in North Plans and towed the thing out to the empty lot that would become the Farm (pictured above).  A few weeks later we built the second half, making ours a double wide Tiny Home Cabin. We lived in the Cabin for nearly four years as we cleared the land and built our new Home. Taking them apart was not the biggest part of our plans when we built them it took some work, as did moving the small garden and accumulated stuff added to the place after it was built.

Moving these two large trailers took an entire day using a large rented tractor. Towing them was a tricky proposition once they were separated. But once we got them moving it came down to jostling the two halves into their permanent places. This  proved to be the most difficult part of the job.

The Guest House eventually settled into a place where the front facing side ran parallel to the Farmhouse Porch. The Kennel side eventually came to rest immediately behind the Farmhouse on the back wall where there are no windows. Both buildings needed the eight foot pass through hole sealed up against the weather, so we are installing sliding glass doors to keep the rain out and the heat in. The piping and wiring were the easy parts and once we had the two trailers jacked up and level. Eventually, the end of the largest temporary part of our early plans for building our farm came yesterday, when we moved my brother's camp trailer to it's new place near the Utility Shed.

A Wooly Bear Caterpillar.
This one say it is going to
be a long, cold Winter.
So now the entire area in front of the Farmhouse is cleared out and cleaned up. We hadn't been able to see the front of the Farm from the Farmhouse until just yesterday. So this is a major change in how things look. Perhaps more importantly, the view of the Farmhouse from the Road is now much cleaner.  Now the place looks as it should. 

I remodeled the Guest House interior during the cold months last Winter. Putting the glass door on it allows me to finish the job and do some upgrades on the exterior, including a fresh coat of paint. Eventually I will put skirting on both buildings to keep animals from playing around underneath them and refinish the Kennel building to make it useful. We will also put in a fence to contain our tangle of hounds behind the Farmhouse and reduce noise a bit out front.  But for the present, the job is mostly done until Farming winds down and we settle into Winter month projects.

Farming this year has been quite good. We have been selling produce for many weeks and eating quite a lot of it ourselves. While we haven't  had the growth we wished for, we have done roughly ten times more planting than we did last year. No-till gardening is really a great way to grow things and our planting and pest control plans have all performed much as we expected they would. A few weeks ago we have our expected flea beetle infestation, but instead of them stressing our tomato and potato plants they attacked the Nasturtium plants we had planted as a pest attractor. We dusted the Nasturtiums and the problem was solved in a few days with little actual damage to our paying crops. And we got some really goods crops.

We planted three flights of potatoes this year, each a few weeks apart. The first flight came up easily and the spuds are absolutely wonderful to eat. Rich flavors, perfect flesh. Our cucumbers and tomatoes have thrived this year and we had put quite a lot more of them in the dirt. They are heavy with fruit  and sweet. Tomatoes are selling like hotcakes. The peppers haven't done as well as we expected, but our cool peppers are doing very well and selling out as quickly as we can pick them. The Corn crop has been disappointing. We put in so many and got so few ears out of it. The Corn cobs we did get is smallish, but the flavor is wonderful and we are enjoying eating it despite not being able to sell it.  Melons are doing very well and selling out for the most part. So the gardens are producing well even if we do need to make some changes next year. 

Lemonhead Lucy

We think Taffee is pregnant with our (planned for) Fall litter of pups, but we won't know for sure for a few weeks. This will be Taffee and ClarkeBar's last litter and they will be retired after this. We love having puppies around and are really looking forward to the work raising puppies brings.

Our newest addition to the kennel is Lemonhead Lucy, a wonderful little white and red female. She is well accepted to the Hound's social group and is quite well liked by everyone who she meets. Lucy is very chatty, with a great many expressive howls and barks that make her unique in our kennel.

We have had loads of visitors this Summer. Some coming for the produce, some just to visit. All are welcome. So if you find yourself on the Highway and looking for some place to stop by, think about stopping by and seeing all the changes at Creekside Farm. We are making constant improvements and it will be nice to have you see it all. We have plenty to keep us busy here as Summer begins to close down. We look forward to the change in seasons and are ready for whatever comes. 

In the middle of this image you will find the telephone pole seen in the upper images.
This is the place before we found it, taken from a real estate advertisement.
Taken from the Western edge of the property, where the Market Garden is today.

This is the same telephone pole.
This picture taken on the first day we came to the property, but from the back of the place.
This is approximately the angle seen from the Bathroom window of the Farmhouse.

This is the same telephone pole.
Just before we brought the first tiny home here.

Wednesday, November 2, 2022

November 2, 2022 Farm Business

 

Our Mini-Barn Produce Stand.
We closed the Produce Stand last week. The Summer came late, the Spring was a long and wet one. We had little luck with sprouting in our Greenhouse too.  But we somehow got plants in the ground and the Summer heat came on strong, so things went very well in the gardens. So well in fact that we found ourselves building the Produce Stand in August. The Summer went on nice and hot so we put quite a bit of our produce into the Stand and by the end of the season had sold enough to cover all of the costs for building the Produce Stand. All in all we had a very good Summer season. We were able to put Tomatoes, Peppers, Corn, Cucumbers, Zucchini, Pumpkins, Acorn Squash, Gourds, Watermelons, Cantaloups, and even some flowers, in the Stand. Quite a good year considering it all started off a bit rocky at first.  

Our main goal, following the finishing of the Farmhouse (Phase One goal) was to begin to make money on the Farm as a business.  Phase Two is building the Farm business and this is well under way now that we have found a good means for growing things to sell. But there are many parts to the Farming business, some which still need figured out. 

The first way we make money is by raising Basset Hound puppies for sale. This is something we've done for many years now, but once the house was finished we were able to do the job much better than what we could do in the tiny home. Our Pantry converts into nursery quickly and I built some enclosures which go together quickly and are effective in keeping the little monsters penned up. 

In the years since we went into business the business itself has changed. True to economic form we were making good money, so a few others have jumped into the business and customers are a bit harder to come by. We've had another way to sell our fur babies since the beginning so there really isn't any hold up in moving them on to new families, just the profit margin is a bit tighter. Still and all, it is a fun business and we are delivering another litter next week. Another solid addition to an already good year.  

We also have boarding for some of our puppies throughout the year too. We don't put a price on it since we aren't really set up to do proper dog boarding, but the families which trust us with their dogs chip something in and it all adds up. 

Puppies are a happy business.
We delivered a litter earlier in the year too, giving us the money we needed to finish the Farmhouse and buy a few new tools. And about a month ago I found a red and white female to bring into our kennel. Four month old Rocketdog Dulche DeLeche (Lilly) comes from Oklahoma, by way of Blackfoot, Idaho. A friendly breeder there is leaving the business and didn't need her, so we were fortunate to be able to bring her here. She is very pretty and fits right in with our tangle of hounds. We still need one more female to keep things going because we are taking two of our females our of service this coming year and we need three to satisfy our goals. 

We also do a brisk business in eggs from the forty hens we have kept for many years.  Since we no long have to leave the Farm to deliver eggs, because people come visit, we no longer have the high expense of labeling and buying new cartons. This means we can make a small profit on eggs and still get out eggs for free. Not a big add to the bottom line, but no longer a loss either. 

My Dog Coat Design
is simple and robust.
Despite all of the above, most of it good news this year, we are always on the lookout for other opportunities to add to our bottom line.  One thing I did last year, which is looking pretty good, is making coats for our dogs. We spent quite a bit of money on coats for our hounds in past years, most of these things simply never worked out. Most had Velcro straps and materials too light to survive the pounding a Basset Hound gives a coat, so I designed one myself and last year figured out how to build them. Our Rocketdog coat is tough, washable, and looks great. It's not cheap to make, but the way it's made means they should last for years. Our dogs line up to get their coat on once the weather starts to turn cold. So far this year I have sold four, so it is well worth doing in the context of building a Farm business. 

Between eggs, dogs, produce, and coats, we're doing all right. Not going to spend much time spending money frivolously, but we're not spending savings either. All part of our plan to stay here for the rest of our lives, so we're happy with the results.

The Farmhouse is finished.
Phase Two of our plan is to build a Farm business. One where we have people come and visit. A business where people take our goods and produce and are happy about supporting us while receiving good stuff. I'd say we are well under way.  Still to come: a cafe, more produce, and value added stuff -like canning and baked goods. All in its time.

In  other news . . .
My younger brother came to stay with us as he figures out where he wants to be in his retirement. He has a very nice camp trailer which sits next to the tiny home (which we have rented out to our son). So we have quite a bit of family here now. We also have quite a few visitors too. Last week we had nineteen visitors come for one reason or another. We've always meant to have a lot of visitors here in the plans we made. It seems funny to have all of these people here now after being alone together for the most of the past five years. It takes some getting used to, but we like it even if it is complicating.  

Wednesday, October 12, 2022

October 12, 2022 Produce Stand Update by Ann

Come on down to the produce stand!  It is chock-a-block full of  tomatoes, Anaheim peppers, poblano peppers, jalapenos, Acorn squash, zucchini, cucumbers, decorative gourds, bell peppers and seed potatoes. Ask about picking volumes of tomatoes for canning. 

For those that don't know: Anaheim and poblano peppers are very mild. I use Anaheim's as a substitute for bell peppers in many recipes. Poblanos make the best chili rellenos. Acorn squash are simple to prepare by cutting in half, scooping out the seeds then packing it full of butter, brown sugar and cinnamon. pop it in a 350 oven for 45 minutes to an hour till tender.

The seed potatoes will come 20 per bag for $2. There are 3 varieties available: Kennebec, which are like the russets you buy in the market. German Butter Ball which are golden fleshed and brown skinned. Pontiacs which are red skinned and white fleshed. keep them in a cool dark place till spring then plant them for your own crop next year!

Sunday, October 2, 2022

September 31st, 2022 The Perfect Second Act

 I took theater appreciation in College, not all that long ago. Going to live theater wasn't really a thing for me prior to that, though I had seen a bit through all the years of searching out Christmas Plays and Kenneth Branag films. The past few weeks have seemed dramatic, but likely not to anyone who wasn't following what we have been doing here. It occurs to me that those who don't know our story, the marquis reading “A Triumph of Completing the House”, might not understand what is happening now,  in what appears not to be a one act play.

In a one act play, the whole thing usually takes place in one corner of the universe. There's something that happens there which has some of the elements of other plays and the whole conflict and resolution are found by the time the curtain comes down. I love a good black box one act play. Minimalist, it is all about make believe and believing; and I took a class, so maybe I appreciate it a bit more than some. But it appears our triumphal house building and farm getting “play”, if it is such a thing, is a bit more complex than just the one act. Now that we have a cliffhanger at the end of the first act we've got to turn the page to see what happens. But lets appreciate the first act during a short intermission.

In the first act we had a dream of victory. We are celebratory and chose the new path. We found, instead of a bright road lined with flowers, a dark thing, something menacing lurked somewhere undefined. But we were committed, in true heroic form, and we stood against the tide, jumped all obstacles. About a month ago, we emerged from the deep dark forest of fear and into the sunshine of our victory. Mid month last our house was built, permits signed off, land cleared, and crops in harvest. Curtain down, bring up the house lights. . .

It was a good story. And it might have ended right there with everybody feeling like it was fun, but maybe two bucks too expensive for the time spent watching. But wait! In comes something unexpected, something shapeless that appears to feed on those things we grew; something that might just put another end over the happy ending . . . The curtain is down so let's stretch the legs and maybe buy another drink in the lobby. Fifteen minutes later we are deep into the Second Act. If the writer was any good at all.

So here we all are. Ann and I spent years clearing, cleaning, building, and spending cash money. We're the protagonists and the world into which we inserted ourselves, and appeared to prevail over in the first act. . . Didn't. It all would have finally paid off, except it didn't. But this isn't a one act play.

Production Note: I wrote an article claiming that our farm was an “undeniable fact” around the middle of August. It should have been a tip-off that something evil this way comes. Mis- direction is key to good writing.

In the opening of the Second Act of Part One, of a three part serial, we have a nameless, formless, potentially amoral monster, who had been lying dormant, under the surface, just waiting to be found at just the right moment. We found it in the last moments of Act One. So Ann and I, happy and faithful true in our ignorance, scratched at something innocent and boom: a disaster that proposed the possibility of defeat from what was obviously a victorious end. If my thesis is correct, this whole thing is a dramatic form, we already know how it ends even if we don't know how we will get there.

With only a little faith in my premises, the conclusion is that we will win. Our Farm will continue. Our lives will improve. We will bring people what they want and give them what they need. Our original Act One goals will work themselves into being despite the challenges ahead in the Second Act. Act Three will be about looking back and stomping the last fires out. Then we can start producing Act One of Part Two, if there ever will be such a thing.

Every day we get up and work towards some long termed thing we drempt up a decade ago. A lot of this work is as simple as picking a tomato or raking some dirt. All of everything we have done is along the road to somewhere else, perhaps something better. Maybe in the current troubles at the beginning of Act Two we have somehow lost sight of the good we are doing because we are caught up in the dramatic bullshit we mostly wrote for ourselves.

The way we did things here was risky at first. We thought that right would certainly prevail. And we thought we'd get away with it. Then we thought we had gotten away with it, and that didn't prove true at the end of Act One. But we all know where this is headed. You couldn't write it any different. From Cinderella to Diehard the story always takes on a form we seem to know instinctively. Even without taking the class.

Keeping all of the above in mind, for a moment, the questions we will ask as we leave the theater are: What part did I play in this? Was I audience? Sort of the point of the production was to find an audience. Was I a minor player? No lines, but I walked in from Stage Left on cue. Was my part that of a supporting actor? Can't get it done without some real help. And what of the antagonist? Are they evil, or merely supporting a system which in it has challenges? Remember, the bad guys don't see themselves as bad or your writing comic melodrama. We simply have no answers yet.

So we'll all sit in the dark and watch as the curtain rises for the Second Act. Even the actors behind the rising curtain don't know what will happen if they are good at it. But we all know how it will end, the form of the play is undeniable.

I'm thinking you should grab that second drink during this intermission and get back to your places. We will need you and you are a help even if helping is only watching this play out.

Wednesday, September 28, 2022

September 29th, 2022 Where We Stand Today


 Where things stand today.  If you would like to help with this in any way. Look to the bottom of this post for more information.

I spent the hours since my last posting working on the issues found in bumping into a Medicaid debt owed by woman who died on this place back in 2007. I have read most of the laws, quite a few of the common law cases, and talked to a whole lot of people. I even paid a lawyer to make a few phone calls and discuss finding some way forward. What I found was shocking.

Apparently, and you might want to know this some day: 

  • When people die in hospitals, hospice care, and nursing homes, their insurance is supposed to pay for the expenses. 
  • Once the insurance hits a cap of some sort the remaining expenses are supposed to be paid from savings of the person under care. 
  • And once savings are depleted Medicaid steps in and pays the bills. At this point there is a practical limit to the bills Medicaid pays, so once the limit is hit the amount paid goes negative and a debt is accrued from that point forward. 

This debt will almost certainly be collected following the death of the beneficiary.  So what we have is a situation where a person, knowingly or not, accrues debt for which any remaining value of any thing the beneficiary owns can be used to pay off the debt incurred in the care of whoever went into care and died. 

But the person needn't have died right away.  They might have survived another ten years and died in a plane crash. Any Medicare debt which went uncollected up to the plane augered into the dirt is debt which can be collected from the estate of the deceased. Because of this simple fact there are no time limits on collections, reasonable or not.  


Now any reasonable person might think this is just, and right. People need Medicaid, and in order for Medicaid to continue these outstanding debts ought to be collected if it is possible. SO, this reasonable thing, the way we pay for health care in the United States generally, has some pretty extreme downsides to it which on the surface appear reasonable in the general sense, but in the specific can be very unreasonable.  Here's a short hypothetical:

In 2020 a man is found by his neighbor laying on the floor of his kitchen and unresponsive. The neighbor calls 911 and the ambulance takes the man to the closest hospital for care. The man has COVID virus and is given every opportunity to regain consciousness through heroic effort of the Emergency Room, Intensive Care, and everyone else that might offer some sort of aid. The man has a "do not resuscitate" notice pinned to his refrigerator, but the Emergency Medical Technicians didn't see it.  The man has family who might have given other instructions, but because of the restrictions inherent in COVID care at the time, they are never given an opportunity to make any decisions. In fact, they only learn of the death through a call from someone trying to figure out how to pay for twenty-three days of keeping a respirator tube down the throat of they guy in ICU bed twenty-seven who never did regain consciousness. He left behind half a million in unpaid medical bills, a house, a car, and his lifetime of stuff. He had savings, a retirement account, and life insurance. His Last Will left everything to his only child. 

The child lost his father, sad enough, like so many did in those long dark months. But he also lost the home his parents left to him because it was worth around two-hundred thousand dollars. The savings the child would receive were taken because $200K isn't nearly enough, so another fifty-thousand in cash is gone. As is his mother's jewelry, the retirement account, and the car. In fact, all told the estate of the man could only pay for $450K of the $500K of debt.  And by the time the child found out, while settling the estate of the father through probate, interest had accrued which kept every dime of the $550K estate. If there were any remaining debt, and the child not be hopelessly poor, the child would be held to account for any unpaid arrears. Nobody told anyone, anything, which would have changed any of this. These things are not common knowledge and by the time it all came to completion the damage was done. 

In the way I have just described the entire family fortune, all of the value that might have passed from one generation to the next, which might have lifted that family to a new social level and insured care, feeding, and education of following generations, is lost. 

A million people died of COVID in the first few years, perhaps five times that number were hospitalized and survived. So many families effected, so much cost, most of it uncontrolled by anyone as emergency measures were taken, most of which were completely ineffective. The open question remaining is: how many family fortunes were made due and payable upon demand?  How many family fortunes completely knocked out? And why do we pay for health care in this way?

I can't answer this last question, it is beyond my imagination. And since I receive publicly funded health care I really have no skin in the game. But the fact remains that somehow I am now being effected by this unjust, though perfectly reasonable, system. 

None of the facts in my hypothetical scenario above apply in our individual case. We had no family members whose legacies would be denied to us. We had nobody wresting control of our loved ones from us at our expense.  Except that  those individuals who left behind a debt to Medicaid were associated with the dirt our homestead farm was eventually built we have nothing at all to do with this. We are collateral damage. The injustice, in our case, is that Medicaid came after the value in my Farm only after I had bought it and began making improvements. Medicaid never informed me, or anyone else, of the fact that they had some claim against my land; never told me, or anyone else, that there was interest being accrued on the debt levied against my Farm. In fact: were it not for me attempting to finalize the sale of my Farm we would still be ignorant of the debt or the lien. They made no attempt to collect the debt prior to our buying it, never notified anyone at all of anything at all prior to us investing our entire amount of equity in the land we call home. All in the name of keeping the Medicaid fund restocked with the cash vital to doing the good work that they do. 

Medicaid has been given extraordinary power in this. There are no limitations as to time allowed to collect the debt. While every other area of Law, except perhaps murder,  has some means of saying that the law can no longer be applied because the offending action has lingered too long. Medicaid can sit back and make no efforts at all, then swoop in when a sale of the property be considered and stop the sale and demand payment from any proceeds. The effect of this is that people who would normally enter into probate proceedings to take over Father's or Mother's assets just walk away from their rightful inheritance because they haven't got the three hundred thousand dollars to pay, while the estate isn't worth that amount. In a world of houseless persons, thousand of houses are being left to rot because of this sort of debt.

In our case we bought the land from a woman who did not know anything at all about a Medicaid debt. Through our investment she redeemed her land from tax foreclosure and contracted a sale which relieved her from being homeless. And when she died a few months later she left the valuable Contract behind as her legacy to her own family, not knowing that she would also leave the debt of her own care to them as part of the bargain.

In our case the County Tax Office knew nothing of any lien for repayment of Medicaid debt. They were simply obeying the law by letting the Woman redeem the title to the land and then letting us clear away the sadness we found there before building our home.  The County was never told that there was a lien placed upon the title to our homestead land, nor could they notify us of these facts. All the while the interest was growing, the debt increasing. Nobody told anyone of any thing.  

So we have come, in just a few short weeks, to a place where we can now say that the legally entered into Land Sales Contract is perhaps a moot point. There are two probate issues that now must be worked through which otherwise were pretty straight forward prior to learning about these debts.  The equity in cash, labor, and blood, we put into the Farm and our home may be in serious jeopardy because the means Medicaid uses to collect on these debts. It is all a reasonable injustice. 

The best case scenario for us is that we will participate in the probate proceedings to clear up who owes the money, then pay whatever amount is decided for the land we bought seven years ago for a generous amount and for which we have paid all taxes, maintained as our home, and improved steadily since day one.  Best case, we pay what we said we would on the Land Sales Contract and that will be the entire amount, but we won't be paying to those who would have had their lives improved by the money, we will pay debts which have nothing what-so-ever with us and our lives. 

Since the day we learned of this outstanding and well hidden obligation we will eventually be held to account for. We informed those responsible for the debt and they made contact with DHS to try to work things through. DHS has not called out to us despite our involvement, but I did call them. DHS is continuing to work through the issues they must, but have never made any attempt at contacting us or including our concerns. And since I am the Personal Representative for one of the deceased people involved in this it seems that I ought to be included in all of these things. 

Any money that DHS claims as theirs to collect will eventually be paid by us. You'd think they would wish to talk to us first. 






If you know us, or even if you don't; if you have been following our story, or even if you merely heard about it and want to help, we want you to get in touch. We don't know what we need, have few resources and fewer remaining ideas as to how to move forward. We think we are defensible by lack any way to know how or do anything about this.  So please let us know about you, even if it is only moral support you can offer. There's a contact form just to the left of this page. Please use it. 

We need an army. 
 
Most helpful notes:
  • I have received ask why our title insurance won't be of some help to us. We have no title insurance because of how we became involved in this property. We had no money for it at the time, but there would have been no lien to find at the time either. The first lien DHS levied did not occur until well after we entered into the Contract for purchase and months after the woman who sold me the land died of cancer. Title insurance, had we done a conventional sale, would have not been issued. 
  • Other helpful notes usually ask why we weren't informed by the lawyer helping in the purchase. Again, there was no money for lawyers, and there were no levies. We were faced with helping a homeless woman to get off the streets, we had very little money but what we did have went directly into helping her to help us. Any lawyer worth a dime would have just told us to run away. But we could never have run away from a duty to this poor helpless woman as her land was taken from her to pay County property taxes. We worked for six months, six days a week, twelve hours a day, to get the money needed to redeem the land from property tax foreclosure and to get Colette Kramer out of her car and into a house. If I lose everything, getting her off the streets, so that she would not die alone in a car in Winter, is the best thing I ever did and it will have been worth it. 

Friday, September 16, 2022

September 16, 2022 Big Trouble

 


We've faced some pretty steep challenges since beginning the Creekside Project.  We've had to pay off a huge tax bill that wasn't ours, clear away eight hundred yards of debris we didn't make, learn how to build everything that exists here, and surmount all of the obstacles anyone could put in our way. We've bled real blood, shed real tears and sweated enough to fill a swimming pool. And there's been times when the Farm has actually tried to kill us dead, but it couldn't. All of this was done on a shoestring,. We didn't get much help, but took as much as was offered gratefully. 


But we've run into something that might be bigger than we can handle. Something which could kill the dream.

If you've read much of this blog, you know how we did all of this. If you haven't, the story is right there on the right side of this page. So let me dispense with the preliminary story and just get to it.

The land had belonged the woman who died in a house fire, but when she died she left behind a debt to Medicaid which was still outstanding. So when we filed a Small Estates Affidavit for the daughter who had taken control of the property, and without any knowledge of it, the Department of Human Services (DHS) had placed a lien on the Title to the land to collect this debt.

The lien was for around thirty-two thousand dollars for a debt made in 2007. It had been accruing interest since March of 2016 but it was August of 2022 when we found out about it. The new truth here is that the Title had not transferred to the woman we bought our farm from, despite Tax and Probate laws saying it would, because the transfer was held up by a lien we had no way of knowing about. The lien was placed three months after the prospective owner of the land had passed on, so her address was no longer valid and DHS had made no attempt at finding someone new to send the bill to. In fact, they didn't know she was gone.

Picture a taxi sitting a block away with its meter running for fifteen years. 

The potential debt arising in March or 2016 has since ballooned up to nearly four hundred thousand dollars because not only does the family holding the Contract on our farm owe a debt for health services paid for their mother, the woman we bought the Farm from also has a large debt stemming from her care as she slipped away. The amount of money owed far exceeds the value of the Farm, with the house, which we put every dime we had into, which was tied to the land, which we did not own.

But this would be a rotten place to end this story. A bad outcome which nobody would want to read because it would be too sad. We need to find help, though it may already be too late. The laws on paper protect heirs under certain conditions and we don't meet the criteria. 





Sunday, October 31, 2021

October 31, 2021 Fall is in Full Effect

Fall came in with rain and it has continued up right up until yesterday with nearly daily deluges. There never was drought at Creekside Farm this year. Nearly as I can tell there has been no water shortages here ever. But the world at large has been complaining of drought and the rains this Fall have brought a lot of that to a halt. The rains have made the grounds here horribly wet and when we drive the tractor around the muddy ruts can get pretty horrible. Normally we buy ten, or so, bales of straw from a farmer nearby and put the stuff out on the tractor paths, but this year we are doing something completely different. Sometimes the simple things we are doing take a lot of explaining. This past few weeks was a simple idea, but really very large and complex in the doing of it. 

Following on Ann attending a group class on cover cropping at a neighboring farm, one of the things she took away was a book on soil building and maintenance. This book sat on the dining table and I read it at meals, or while waiting for meals, and got through quite a lot of it in rapid fashion. The information became immediately useful, but the whole affair has led us in a different direction.

We have committed to a new path to soils health based upon a film called "Back to Eden" (see it on YouTube). In this a the author noticed that Nature, as such, is generally very messy and not well controlled and tidy like most farms. The forest floor, being for him nature in its basic form, is usually very deeply covered in debris which is decaying over time. He noticed that this debris slowly feeds the soil while protecting the soils from damage. Each year's layer of Fall debris adds new materials that nature slowly breaks down into the nutrients the trees use to make new growth, while sheltering the microbes and other crawly things from rain, snow, and sun damage. A perfect system.

This man brought this insight out of the forest and onto his farm. He began importing large amounts of leaf debris (usually waste) and spreading it out in thick layers on his planting beds. After a few years and false starts he found that he no longer needed to weed his beds because the sun could not reach the weed seeds; he no longer needed to till the soils because the soils never compacted; and he no longer needed to water the garden because all that organic material held the water down where the plants could get it (even in the heat of Summer).  As an example of this in action: the man has an apple orchard which has so much debris laid down that the apples are always perfect, He has no insect damage to deal with using pesticides because the microbes and things in the leafy debris eat pests, the trees need no fertilizers of treatments, and as time goes by the ground rises to meet the tree growth in equal proportions (so no ladder work as time goes on). He never needs to replace old trees which have grown out of a useful size at all. But he still has to prune to keep things even. 

Once the biology (of the many sorts of creatures which feed on leaf debris) does it's thing, the nutrients locked up in the debris itself is converted into the stuff which garden plants use to grow plants. So no fertilizing needed unless a soils test tells of some nutrient deficiency. 

This "no-till" farming practice has caught on in the Organic farming community in many forms. If you have a lot of straw, you use straw, have access to yard debris, it works even better. So we have begun bringing in hundreds of yards of leaf debris, grass clippings, and the like. But there have been a few false starts of our own to deal with.

One is that the company we sought free debris deliveries from gave us a first batch of stuff which contained what we wanted, but also a whole lot of tree trimmings and larger branches that made everything more difficult. We had to sort the whole load out and it took nearly a week. Eventually we found there was a large pile of roots and branches we could not use and it took two days to burn it down to nothing. The first five or six truck loads of debris are better suited to composting into loom (stuff put down onto new beds to give plants the lighter stuff they need to put roots down. As we go forward through the Fall we will be receiving much "cleaner" loads of mostly hardwood leaf (the stuff put on top of the beds to protect the soils and slowly be converted into plant food). I put the first truck loads into long composting piles to begin breaking it down into a usable form.  The piles were so large I am having to move them to bigger places to cook down. Since we have a hundred foot driveway, and two loads of debris is sixty feet long, it takes a while to move it all into their appropriate places before more can arrive. 

Part of our Farming philosophy is to re-use and re-cycle. If we had to pay for the compost we are creating right now  the hundreds of yards  of compost would cost many thousands of dollars we do not have. But processing of yard waste will give us a great many healthy new planting beds in the Spring with very little cash outlay except diesel for the tractor. I will continue to make compost for at least a few more truck loads, but as the debris becomes more of the cleaner and lighter Fall leaves I will begin covering the existing beds with leaf and then pile it up for later use. We are also covering all of our tractor path s with the pure leaf debris as well, saving of the cost of straw and the need to pick it all back up in late Spring for composting.

Another part of this new soil building plan is returning the unused portions of garden plants directly to the soil. So this Fall, as we break down the gardens, we are mulching the tops of the plants, and leaving the roots in the ground, to rot where they are. In past years we have been composting all of the plants and roots in a pile and this has been the stuff we used to make the good soils we have today. But composting removes some of the nutrients which could have been useful for growing things and that are lost in the heat of composting. Cutting the plants off at the ground and leaving them to break down where they fall will return the leafy nutrients. And the root systems will rot where they are to return nutrients and provide water channels for next Spring's plantings to use. We will move the tops of the plants to new beds so that they don't infect the soils with longer termed problems, but the whole thing becomes a circular system;  a system which increased soils vitality, while decreasing costs, and greatly reduces the labor of weeding, fertilizing, tilling, and watering. 

The best potential outcome of all this of this is the weeding. Composting creates a heat which destroys plant diseases and weed seeds. So the compost we will make for use at the bottom of the plants will no longer have so many weeds to deal with in Spring. Another benefits is that, since we are covering the native soils entirely, the hundreds of years of thistle and grass seed already in the ground will be denied sunshine to sprout themselves in Spring.  Perhaps the best part of this best part is that the newly made soils will no longer be so easily compacted after tilling lightens it up, allowing any weeds that do develop to be taken out with far less effort. The only weeding problem remaining will be the longer termed problems of deep thistle and blackberry roots. These bigger roots will have to be individually dug out, but the lack of pulling new weeds ought to show us where to dig and the new beds will soften the native clay and allow us deeper digging with less effort. 

That's pretty much the tale of the past two weeks in action. Our new soils plan is now being implemented and might give us the Farm we need.

There are still many other things going on. We moved the shop as planned, making it taller and narrower to try to keep the snows of Winter from breaking it once more. And we still have the five of Bit O'Honey's pups, which are mostly slated to go to their new homes beginning Thursday. The Farmhouse build hasn't seen much action in the past two weeks, but I have been doing the finish work in the Bath room and we have many projects ready to go now that we have the leaf debris sorted out.

Things are going forward every day. But the days themselves are becoming much shorter too and  many things have to be done to get us ready for the Winter freezing that will eventually come to our little Creekside Farm.