August 19, 2016 Update

THIS WEEK’S HARVEST:

Beets $2.50/bunch
Carrots $2.50/bunchGarlic Curing
Cherry Tomatoes $ 3.50/pint
Collard Greens $2.50/bunch
Cucumbers $2.00/lb
Eggs $3.00/half dozen
Eggplant (limited quantity) $3.00/lb
Garlic $1.00/bulb
Green Beans $3.00/quart
Lettuce $2.00/head
Leeks $1.00/each
Summer Squash $1.50/lb
Swiss Chard $2.50/bunch
Sweet Peppers $4.00/lb
*Tomatoes 3.50/lbHerbs $1.50/bunch (may include *basil, *cilantro, sage, oregano, thyme, lavender, mint, chives,
etc.)
Raw Honey from the bees on the property $14 for a 12 oz. jar
Flower Bouquets – $5.00/small $10.00/large*LOTS OF TOMATOES- get some for canning.

 


 Kale of Duty: Fighting off the pests

This weather has been difficult for all. The plants are struggling right along with us. The bugs are rampant. The types of bugs that a row cover does not help with because they live and grow in the soil. So, I am taking a deep breath. This is part of the game, especially when you are growing without the use of any chemicals. Kate and I have been hand picking the harlequin beetles constantly. They ate through the Kale plants – so I have taken out all of the Kale that was planted in the Spring. I am planting new Kale for the Fall – so there will be a small lull in the availability of Kale – but if the weather permits, we will have some new fresh greens soon.

On a brighter note, I will have watermelons for sale next week! The sugar baby variety is not a seedless variety, but delicious and very fragrant. I cut open into one last week, but it was not all the way ripe yet. Watermelons don’t ripen when you take them off the vine -so the trick is to wait and get them when they are just so. I am quite certain we will have some next week.

I hope that you are staying cool and eating well!

your farmer,
Kripa


A Little Something Else

The Summer Day
By Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean–
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down,
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?