I roll out before 9 to get some watering done in the high tunnels. As I suspected, and Kristen confirms, they have not been watered in some time. The plants are paying a price for my absence. I find that the four way valve is on the floor and only one hose is connected to the spigot. One of the valves has busted rendering the entire contraption worthless. I get the greenhouse done and Fabio, then return to change out the hose for the other two tunnels where I find that the hose will not come off the four spigot split. I even use a wrench but the part spins not the coupling. When I bring it up to Kristen she says that Fred will fix it later and I should get to harvesting.
I ran out the door this morning without eating breakfast. So I return quickly to eat the last few pancakes that Fred Made for his guests, and some pizza from the night before. I don't usually eat pizza for breakfast and I pay the price with indigestion for the rest of the day. I took a Tums but it didn't seem to help. Every time I would bend over the contents of my stomach would slosh around, and I bent over a lot. You see that is where the crops are at.
No surprise that I will be cutting tatsoi for my first crop. I settle in for the long haul, Kristen desires two lugs full, searching out big plants that will fill my basket quickly. It feels like an hour has past when I finally fill my first basket, at the same time I realize that some four other volunteers have been in the tatsoi too and have collected a lug between them. I am very pleased to be done toiling in a crouched position. I collect a few radishes to help finish off another project.
I hop on the back of the truck with the work share kids as we drop off the goods just harvested and head to the hill top. There I pick a lug of turnips right up until the time that my brother and cousin arrive, both of them in town for Thanksgiving. It is nearly 11:30 by this time and nearly all the harvesting has finished. Kristen gives us the glamorous job of pulling up plastic. One of the worst and dirtiest jobs on the farm. Keeping it in perspective it never gets that bad. My cousin gets three rows done in the time it takes my brother and I to get one. Not all rows are created equal. I can tell this is not the farm type of job they were expecting. Luckily we all get to shuck and plant garlic until lunch!
Kristen has put together a lunch that would feed a small army, and I suppose we are. There are 24 lbs. of ground beef somewhere around here and Kristen has made a few lbs. of them into sloppy joe. Artisan bread made in the wood fired oven by a baker who wishes to rent the oven next year. There is a delicious salad and a dressing to die for, that supposedly is %50 brown sugar. A root vegetable bowl, with turnips, radish, potatoes, and carrots. To top that all off a chocolate banana bread.
Gene tells me of the small amount of work to be done in the barn. I reckon that my brother, cousin, and I can handle it lickity split. I tell Kristen my plan and she suggests that after that we finish the row of garlic we were planting. Sounds like a plan.
I ran out the door this morning without eating breakfast. So I return quickly to eat the last few pancakes that Fred Made for his guests, and some pizza from the night before. I don't usually eat pizza for breakfast and I pay the price with indigestion for the rest of the day. I took a Tums but it didn't seem to help. Every time I would bend over the contents of my stomach would slosh around, and I bent over a lot. You see that is where the crops are at.
No surprise that I will be cutting tatsoi for my first crop. I settle in for the long haul, Kristen desires two lugs full, searching out big plants that will fill my basket quickly. It feels like an hour has past when I finally fill my first basket, at the same time I realize that some four other volunteers have been in the tatsoi too and have collected a lug between them. I am very pleased to be done toiling in a crouched position. I collect a few radishes to help finish off another project.
Kristen has put together a lunch that would feed a small army, and I suppose we are. There are 24 lbs. of ground beef somewhere around here and Kristen has made a few lbs. of them into sloppy joe. Artisan bread made in the wood fired oven by a baker who wishes to rent the oven next year. There is a delicious salad and a dressing to die for, that supposedly is %50 brown sugar. A root vegetable bowl, with turnips, radish, potatoes, and carrots. To top that all off a chocolate banana bread.
Gene tells me of the small amount of work to be done in the barn. I reckon that my brother, cousin, and I can handle it lickity split. I tell Kristen my plan and she suggests that after that we finish the row of garlic we were planting. Sounds like a plan.
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