It’s over 96 degrees outside, there is a ton of work to do….fuhgeddaboutit. It seems like more fun to write about….outdoor cooking!
Farming without the internet would really, really stink. The past two days are perfect examples of the degree to which free access to information has changed how it is possible for a farmer to solve problems.
Since I originally meant to write about a topic besides filth, here is part two. Many persons feel they are well informed in today’s society. Reading a reputable newspaper, perusing multiple internet journals and commentaries, looking at acclaimed news sources such as BBC online, and even balanced coverage of television and radio news…if anything is to be found not owned by Fox or Clear Channel.
Last blog I recall sailing off into the world of Farm Fashion….or lack thereof. Today something came up which reminds me of another joy of farm living….filth. This blog is dedicated to those unspeakable episodes that are common to farming life….and part of why we don’t wear Versace out here. Today I thought I’d engage in a bit of long-overdue vacuuming….bust a few cobwebs, get all those garlic skins off the carpet.
In the mail today came an invitation from a local county fair to participate again in an annual event. They even included two pictures of me at last year’s event, presumably as some form of enticement. Suddenly I remembered…… the sweltering building that was about 100 degrees, the browsing people, the $14 I earned selling dried tomatoes that evening, being mercifully stationed next to a winery that continually gave me free samples….
It has been a shockingly long time since I’ve been able to write anything…but there are no lack of good excuses. If I were to sum them up they’d be: chorus, summer planting, weeds, root cellar project, baby chickens and turkeys, voice practice, SF Giants games, tomatoes, shade house construction, weeds, drumming up more business for our CSA, Farmer’s Markets, harvesting crops, Sinfonietta rehearsals and concerts, new gardens, weeds, and the all important coffee and newspaper.
The gardens have been busy transitioning between seasons for a few weeks now. I don’t think we exactly have spring/summer/fall/winter here…we seem to jump abruptly between Sort of Cold and Overly Warm. We have seen violent fluctuations between these two recently….highs ranging from 72 to 95, all in a 10 day period.
Some days are better than Christmas. One person’s junk is another’s treasure. Yesterday was like both of those.
I don’t think I’ve ever written in any depth about "CSA day". That’s the term I use for the day our main farm product gets assembled and sent out the door each week. This is a big deal, both for the work involved and the small matter of this being our main source of farm income. You may cue up your personal copy of Queen’s "The Show Must Go On", if only in your mental background. See the picture? That used to be our living room. That’s 3 tables covered with 30 filled CSA boxes for our customers, with our box storage table in the background.
"And that, madam judge, are the reasons I have placed the cabbages in the order of 2, 1, 3, and 4". I spent most of this Saturday listening to about 60 variation on that speech, because I was invited to be a judge at a vegetable crops contest for FFA (Future Farmers of America) hosted by the Vegetable Crops department at UC Davis.