The quality of the light has changed and today it is a little cooler. The sun isn't coming up until nearly 6 a.m. We're crawling through hot August, looking forward to Fall.
Insects are mean and irritable. I've been stung on three occasions by yellow jackets in ground nests this summer. The good news is that the first incident seems to have given me some immunity from the BIG REACTION. Subsequent stings were painful, but mercifully that lasted only a day or two.
I'm still picking some blackberries in certain spots, but most have shriveled up and are resting up after record production. Wine bubbles in carboys in the basement.
Peaches are weighing down the branches of the trees. They are ripe and blushing with pride at their accomplishment. Big baskets full of peaches are on the kitchen counter, awaiting processing. There are baskets more to pick. I'm running out of canning jars.
Apples are ripening and will soon flood the kitchen, too. White apricots are getting that look...
Heritage tomatoes have started ripening. There is an interesting mix out there, which includes the most perfect looking cherry tomatoes and the most gnarly looking large, bulbous types. I've re-planted beans and winter squashes and they look all right. The late season greens have not yet emerged, but there is a spot prepared for re-planting some beets. Many cabbages are going to the chickens due to bug damage, but, hey, at least they won't go to waste.
There is a tiny new calf in the pasture.
Hay is being cut and baled again. We need rain badly, but I know it will come eventually.
'Signing off. Over and out.
1 comment:
As a boy, I spent much of my summers on my grandfather's farm, and reading your blog brings so much of that back to me, the cycle of the seasons, what's alive, what's dying, all of it.
Thank you for taking the time to write this down. Farming is hard work and there is not a lot of time for such things, but I appreciate it.
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