The heritage garden is a neglected gem. These rare plants have been passed down from generations of care for their specific genetic traits. For instance the "Fish" peppers have a variegated leaf, only attained by a specific genetic anomaly. It garners it name from the flavor it gives to spicy fish dishes. This new trait when it first appeared, was then purposefully chosen from plant to plant, year after year for this characteristic, giving us stripes of white down a regularly green pepper.
All I did was make a comment about the heritage garden tucked away between two high tunnels and here I am, you guessed it, weeding. This does seem like my own project which can be done to my liking. I break out the machete and hack down some grass, probably not killing it but shortening it considerably, all the while hoping dearly that it wasn't some heritage wheat I was slashing. I err on the side of caution, not knowing at first if the morning glories were some rare heritage beans or not, I can confidently identify them now.
Seven to eight in the morning is a time for individual tasks, someone milks the cow, or waters the high tunnels. There is an unofficial and official schedule towards these, my work is mainly unofficial. I make some headway in the heritage garden, but I don't want to keep Meg waiting too long over in the melons. She is taking them out of the aisle and putting them back in the row so that the weeds can be cut down. We do this task up until lunch. I think of a hand drawn maze made of a tangled mess of watermelon vines, this compares quite well.
Down By the Bay
Down by the bay
where the watermelons grow,
back to my home
I dare not go,
for my mother will say
"Did you ever do a dance without any pants?"
Down by the bay
repeat x infinity
"Did you ever seen a llama wearing pajamas?"
"Did you ever see a bear combing his hair?"
A crew of students from Slippery Rock University have come down as volunteers to install a grape trellis. At the begging of the season, before my time 48 Norton grape vines were planted along the bottom of what Fred calls the "future" food forest on the hill side. Norton is a special variety that is not extremely popular with growers, but has good commercial value for wine. Fred explains that he intends to use these grapes as nursery grapes for sale to other farmers who would like to grow them. I eventually see their hard work, without close inspecting, the job looks well done. During the process Fred was stung by a wasp from a ground nest, on his upper lip - which has now become swollen. A hazard that better he received than a student. Yet it is painful and takes some effort to keep his spirits up for the visitors. A plantain poultice is a good remedy for a sting, but should be applied promptly.
"Did you ever seen a bee with a sun burnt knee?"
Down by the bay.
All I did was make a comment about the heritage garden tucked away between two high tunnels and here I am, you guessed it, weeding. This does seem like my own project which can be done to my liking. I break out the machete and hack down some grass, probably not killing it but shortening it considerably, all the while hoping dearly that it wasn't some heritage wheat I was slashing. I err on the side of caution, not knowing at first if the morning glories were some rare heritage beans or not, I can confidently identify them now.
Seven to eight in the morning is a time for individual tasks, someone milks the cow, or waters the high tunnels. There is an unofficial and official schedule towards these, my work is mainly unofficial. I make some headway in the heritage garden, but I don't want to keep Meg waiting too long over in the melons. She is taking them out of the aisle and putting them back in the row so that the weeds can be cut down. We do this task up until lunch. I think of a hand drawn maze made of a tangled mess of watermelon vines, this compares quite well.
Down By the Bay
Down by the bay
where the watermelons grow,
back to my home
I dare not go,
for my mother will say
"Did you ever do a dance without any pants?"
Down by the bay
repeat x infinity
"Did you ever seen a llama wearing pajamas?"
"Did you ever see a bear combing his hair?"
A crew of students from Slippery Rock University have come down as volunteers to install a grape trellis. At the begging of the season, before my time 48 Norton grape vines were planted along the bottom of what Fred calls the "future" food forest on the hill side. Norton is a special variety that is not extremely popular with growers, but has good commercial value for wine. Fred explains that he intends to use these grapes as nursery grapes for sale to other farmers who would like to grow them. I eventually see their hard work, without close inspecting, the job looks well done. During the process Fred was stung by a wasp from a ground nest, on his upper lip - which has now become swollen. A hazard that better he received than a student. Yet it is painful and takes some effort to keep his spirits up for the visitors. A plantain poultice is a good remedy for a sting, but should be applied promptly.
"Did you ever seen a bee with a sun burnt knee?"
Down by the bay.
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