2018 Week 40, Summer CSA Pick-up 18 of 26
The fall weather feels pretty good, here on the farm. A breeze came in and out as I picked the raspberries yesterday, and I heard myself call it ‘refreshing.’ Imagine that, weather that’s refreshing! It beggars belief in these mid-80 days, but we are three weeks to the average first frost — last year it nipped the beans and basil on October 26th, right on schedule. Some crops like it cold — the rutabagas and carrots get sweeter — but most, not so much. I will be pulling in the lemongrass, sweet potatoes, ginger, and turmeric over the next few weeks. Today I hope to get into the sweet potatoes and lemongrass for this week’s pick-up, so ‘hip hip.’ But while we have this good heat, I will let the turmeric and ginger size-up just a little bit more.
In the midst of so much failure this year, the successes are down right beatific. The Asian greens, to wit. Yesterday morning I harvested the Bok Choy and Vitamin Green, and there was much smiling while I hauled in their green glory. Little wins.
The last of the summer crops are drawing to a close. Tomatoes — this 4th and final planting — have mostly run their course. The cherries might produce for a week more. I harvested all the final sweet peppers — mostly green — and will mow their plants in shortly. The okra will continue until frost, but their production greatly slows with the cooler days and nights. I meant to get a photo of their 10-12 foot height, and the humor of harvesting that high — next time.
In conversation with a member last week, I noted that one can reserve a spot in the CSA for next year with 25% down, and still have until the end of December to get the 10% off that comes with full payment … should that make a difference. No pushing, but note that in a week or two I open the CSA to outside interest.
See you on the farm,
PS: As I finish this note, I see a small animal just outside the farm fence. It looks like a big cat, maybe a fox … but it almost seems smaller than a fox. It’s in tall’ish grass, and too far to see, though. Through my binoculars, it becomes clear. A dark-furred, very baby deer. :)
The Pickle Pile