It was an early start this morning for CSA day, so work started at
7. I harvested the pak choi and lettuce and cleaned the lettuce,
ready for display. The pak choi had to have its flower cut off to prevent
it from going to seed. If the vegetable goes to seed, the leaves (what
you eat) become bitter. The lettuce were also going to seed, producing
some pretty tall lettuce heads. While you can prevent some platns, like
turnips and pok choi from going to seed, it’s harder to prevent others, like
lettuce.
The rest of the day was rather simply planned. Weed Field 7.
However much I dislike weeding the thick, grassy between-rows areas, it’s
a job that must be done. This is the
worst of the weeding for the year, and after it’s done, there will just be
easier upkeep. After quickly rolling the remay off the blooming squash
plants, I headed over to Field 7 for the rest of the day… it was only 9am. Mary understood how draining the task is, and
was sympathetic. She said I could hill
the potatoes2 if I needed a break. I weeded from 9 to noon frustratingly with a
gardening hoe3, from noon to 1 more easily with a cultivator claw4,
and from 1:45 to 5:45 most easily with a stirrup hoe. Katie was weeding Field 5 and was already
using the stirrup hoe, so we traded after lunch. Mary went to the Union Farmer’s Market today,
but she called a couple times to check in to see how things were going. She wouldn’t let us work any more past 5:45.
On our way up from the fields, I grabbed some parsley and kale to
add to our pizzas for dinner. Pizzas
with tomato sauce, fresh mozzarella, and kale on one and sautéed onions on the
other. Mmmmm. I rode my bike alongside Kenya while the pizza was cooking. As advice for cross-training, my coach told me
to use a lower gear to have quicker turnover on the bike to better mimic a
running cadence – I was on gear 1, peddling almost as quickly as Kenya was
running. There was a hail storm warning,
so we quickly closed the hoop house sides (the hoop houses can be entirely
picked off the ground by wind) and brought the animals in. This was my first time dealing with ‘the boys’
(Gil’s steer), but With a hurried set of instructions, I helped Kenya lead the
steer up from their electric fence to the barn. I leaned into my steer, Red, making sure that
I couldn’t be stepped on, and tugged him away from distractions, like munching
on grass, although I couldn’t win the battle of him stopping to get a drink
from a water bucket. Finally done for
the day, us girls sat down to watch Mary Poppins with our pizza (Gil was with
Mary at market).
It’s been one of the longer days, so I’m ready to hit the sack.
2 Hilling potatoes is mounding the part of the
plant above ground with more dirt so there is room for the potatoes to grow. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7l_DOlx1Uo
I just caught up on your last few posts (sorry I haven't commented till now), and you describe everything so well... I can just picture you up on that farm! What an experience. Thanks for keeping up with this so diligently. I'm impressed! I'd love to talk to you soon!
ReplyDeleteThe food called "Pizza" is taking on new meaning for you now - the crust can be topped with virtually anything! Fun.
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