My friend Colin joined me at the farm today. Monday was a farm holiday, there was a picnic and a dinner at the farm during the weekend and all who participated were very tired and so they decided to take the day off. I received a message in the early hours of the night and didn't notice till morning that this Monday, there would be a day of rest. I drove Colin up with me, his bike on the back of the car so he could ride home 20 miles (a small joy for him).
The chickens ate the heirloom tomatoes. Bastards.
We harvested the musk melons, many of them were past ripe and so soft that the seeds fell right out when they were picked up. I suppose a watchful eye might have saved this crop from it's mushy fate, but we only harvest before a pick-up date. The black plastic that the melons were sitting on was no help at all in my opinion. How are they supposed to breathe on this impermeable surface?
The crew plus Colin moved on to the ground cherries and tomatillos. There are tons of ripe ones today and so we picked them for a few hours.
Colin's parents - who were on vacation - called him part way through the morning. His father had left his medication behind and would need him to mail it right away. So Colin left right after lunch, 2 o'clock.
Bridget Lynn and I did work in the barn. Then planted cauliflower in the hillside fields where earlier cabbage seedlings had died. Too much sun, too little water. The sun set on us as we worked.
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