Dust

How dry has it been out there? The squash say, “Quite.”

How dry has it been out there? The squash say, “Quite.”

2019 Week 30, Summer CSA 8 of 26

Expected Harvest

Greens
Lettuce

Veggies
Bean, Soy / Edamame
Fennel
Leeks
Tomato, Small
Tomato, Large

Roots
Carrots
Kohlrabi
Onion, Fresh
Potato, Irish

Fruit
Blackberries

Herbs
Basil, Holy
Basil, Italian
Basil, Thai
Cilantro or Dill
Garlic, Scapes
Hot Pepper, Frozen
Mint, Lemon Balm*
Turmeric, Frozen

Flowers

Farm Honey & Ferments for sale.

Cooking Classes
Get in touch with Cecelia at cecelia.baum@gmail.com to sign-up.

Althea Bread
On break for the summer.

Such wind as to be kind of scary, actually, just came through the farm. But no rain as of yet. If the forecast is with us, we will have at least half an inch by tomorrow night. Let’s cross our fingers on even that tiny amount, but hope for more. Because, boy, has it been dry here.

While preparing the fall carrot beds — wheel hoeing, and then raking them out — one could not help but raise a bit of dust for the rare bit of wind. At the end of the day my arms had a thin sleeve caked all around them. That is not normal.

So, yes, let’s hope for rain. But don’t think us farmers fickle. Having watched it come down oceans at a time last year, we might have called it too much, but our bodies never forgetting the thirst of drought, we would not have called it bad.

The greens are out this week, aside from lettuce, which I hid in the shade of corn, and so is not too bitter to enjoy. The soybeans are in good supply. We have too many blackberries for our small crew. :) And the tomatoes have really come in, despite how terrible they look in the field. :) Foliar-fed phosphorous is the buzzword on my tongue at the moment … plus other trace minerals that kelp and alfalfa might provide, after more fall soil remediation. We’re going to get there. I know it! :)

Oh, one last reminiscence. It was hot out there, as you know, and as my clothes would have told you, looking a bit too much like I had fallen in the creek. I said, “Boy, you should wear a wet suit if you’re going to go swimming.” And my mind was cast to older times and cooler days. It was fall. And Moie, our 60-plus-year-old farmer’s wife and still-broccoli farmer herself, was harvesting broccoli on a cold morning … in a wet suit. For years she had said, “It’s so cold, and you just get so wet out there in the morning. We should just wear wet suits. Why don’t we just wear wet suits?” And then she did!

My best,
See you on the farm,
Austin

I watched this fellow come out of one field, move across the main path, and fold him/herself into a roll in the shade here — with this shot coming just before the finish. It was reminiscent of a dog, really, getting cozy in a very familiar way, like this is just what s/he does after having found a good spot to spend the day.

I watched this fellow come out of one field, move across the main path, and fold him/herself into a roll in the shade here — with this shot coming just before the finish. It was reminiscent of a dog, really, getting cozy in a very familiar way, like this is just what s/he does after having found a good spot to spend the day.