The season is getting on and today we put most of the garden beds to rest. We picked up the the stakes and wires. We rolled the moisture and weeding guards up and stored them in the barn hopefully for next years use. While doing so we found some squash that we had missed. they looked pretty funny like half-deflated balloons. It certainly is easier to see what left when the foliage is gone. Its tough but we must play musical cars while we re-arrange from not only the new septic system, but also for the 50 " camper which is being stored on this Betsch Farm..We are not making too good use of the whole six acres instead have all the "Auto-junk stuffed into the third acre Bellingham side while the five-plus in Franklin goes untouched. But that piece of land has the bulk of junk from the old chicken farm. The two wells which give us great water and the field are its only assets unless we like woods which we do ! Sometimes it's nice to slip away into the woods far from the traffic that Washington street and Pulaski Boulevard have become. It's a fairly busy road and not one I'd care to raise children. its interesting to think that we learned to down hill ski up the street at Klein Innsbrook. It was very fun and at twelve or thirteen years old in the middle of winter. The older folks on the street tell of times when they recall walking down the middle of the road and not an automobile passing and if it did it offered a ride or said hello. I assisted today in Cumberland with the pick-up of fresh produce. The shares were large and delicious. I know this as I ate some of mine for dinner.
I really cannot get over how flavorful and rich was the food, from salad greens and frisee to potatoes, onions, carrots and turnips. The bok choi, leeks and all the other vegetables that are simply not common, but plenty good. I helped pick the carrots and that was an interesting task. We used a pitch-fork to loosen the soil then pulled teh carrots out of the ground and shook the excess soil away while leaving some soil attached. this aids in storage as teh carrot or potato still things it's all right to grow and so remains good. No shock. It is diifucult to gently place the carrots into a storage bin for me. It seems have either french hands or irish hands. My french hands are for delicate things and the irish is for rough things. Well, a potato makes no sense to a frenchman but to the Irish it is a means to existence. At the pick-up everyone really loved Nico. This was particularily touching for me as its very important. What a great dog. I have some-one to thank and also know that someone knows my heart.I think it's time to get back to civil service. The job may not be ideally suited but for their growth I guess i am important, just showing up. Saving more souls at Cedar Junction. The garden at rabbit dance farm and all the wonderful people who try will make it so.