The phenological fall on the farm arrives much earlier than the school calendar we are all too familiar with. For weeks now we have been watching the bird species shift and the full-time farm inhabitants fall into full harvest mode. Squirrels are squirreling, and the woodpeckers are pecking. One time chores are getting crossed off the list as the days tick away.
Trying to get the potatoes harvested has just fallen to the wayside with the hot weather and then waiting out the rain. It was too hot to store the potatoes just yet, since they would stay cooler in the ground. But fall’s clock is ticking, and I am running out of daylight every single day. The soil dried after the rainstorm, so today was the day to begin.
So nice to meet you Peter Wilcox, you look delicious! And kind of prolific too!
Working in the jungle today.
August is full of those days when you’re thankful for a barbeque and some greens in the garden that you can nab at the last minute to throw together a hamburger. The day are getting so short and the fall list so long. Oh yes, and fresh milk to make hamburger buns with…baking with fresh milk is to die for.
Well, actually about a week.
He’s wearing his cone of silence, and we are trying to keep him quiet for about a week…not easy to do with an Aussie who takes his garden job quite seriously. Luckily with the temps climbing into the 90’s, he can just chill in his favorite spot under the bin table and watch us churn butter and blanch cauliflower.
The older boys are smirking on the porch.