You may have noticed that we haven't had a plethora of actual farm posts recently.
We've talked about my dog, our farming politics, roasted potatoes and lasagna. Noticeably absent from that list of topics is the farm. How it's doing, what's growing, what's not growing, etc.
The biggest reason for this glaring omission is that I, frankly, have not been to the farm in about 2 weeks. I am on a new, summer schedule at work that has me arriving home later in the evening and feeling very much like a homebody when I get there.
Not to mention the fact that it is h-o-t and, despite the fact that our little apartment has no AC and closely resembles a brick oven, we are at least out of the sun while we are here.
Adam has been going to the garden and, judging from the produce and frustrations he brings back, I can tell you:
The once bally-hooed revival of our bell peppers is over. They are, in fact, dead.
Okra, tomatoes, herbs and flowers are growing like crazy.
Corn...not yet.
Potatoes....almost over.
Beans...growing but no beans. We are worried.
The weeds are growing like, well, weeds.
So, back to the dill.
A while ago we made pickles with our own pickling cucumbers and dill and I promise, promise, promise to post a picking paragraph tomorrow.
And fast on its heels will be a post about our plans for autumn crops and "What We've Learned from our First Season at the Plot"
In the meantime, enjoy the dill flowers.
We've talked about my dog, our farming politics, roasted potatoes and lasagna. Noticeably absent from that list of topics is the farm. How it's doing, what's growing, what's not growing, etc.
The biggest reason for this glaring omission is that I, frankly, have not been to the farm in about 2 weeks. I am on a new, summer schedule at work that has me arriving home later in the evening and feeling very much like a homebody when I get there.
Not to mention the fact that it is h-o-t and, despite the fact that our little apartment has no AC and closely resembles a brick oven, we are at least out of the sun while we are here.
Adam has been going to the garden and, judging from the produce and frustrations he brings back, I can tell you:
The once bally-hooed revival of our bell peppers is over. They are, in fact, dead.
Okra, tomatoes, herbs and flowers are growing like crazy.
Corn...not yet.
Potatoes....almost over.
Beans...growing but no beans. We are worried.
The weeds are growing like, well, weeds.
So, back to the dill.
A while ago we made pickles with our own pickling cucumbers and dill and I promise, promise, promise to post a picking paragraph tomorrow.
And fast on its heels will be a post about our plans for autumn crops and "What We've Learned from our First Season at the Plot"
In the meantime, enjoy the dill flowers.
