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"Who can save the most blueberries from the hornets?" a fun farm game that gets the kids picking
also known as "who wants blueberry crumble?" |
Oh the dog days of summer. It. Is. HOT. The tomatoes and peppers are finally in their sauna of sweat and we grudgingly put our window AC unit it which averages about a week a year. I can just see the bill writer at Alliant laughing like Dr. Evil as the heat takes a bite out of our energy credit. Ho hum, first world problems.
Weather update: we did get hit by some gusty winds but guess what???? We are on a record year so far in that we haven't made any insurance claims...yet...from weather damage to property! Yay, so when does our premium go down? The tomatoes did take a hit but since we quadrupled our efforts in their department, you won't even notice : ) and the corn that went horizontal is again upright at 90 degrees with some browning silk as we speak. My kids jump at being the corn testers in the field (what's better then sun warmed corn fresh from the stalk?) almost as quick as they do for noodles.
Market update: The Peach Street market in Rapids on Tuesdays from 7 to 1 has been our market so far this season though you'll see Craig in Marshfield on upcoming Saturdays with our mega heirloom tomatoes! Highlight of the market for us has been enjoying a delicious, locally sustained lunch created by
Great Expectations. Bacon devlied eggs? Apple butter? Yes please!
This week, I had some of my favorite ladies come visit with their littles. I think there were a few moments of uninterrupted time around a table talking about all sorts of stuff - work, dreams, food, all of it. After lunch we found ourselves looking for blueberries. Where DID we plant them? I know they are here somewhere? And there they were, smothered in weeds 3 - 4 ft tall in places with barely a berry showing. How on earth could we ever let this happen? Oh no, and right next to them is the asparagus patch. Luckily their gigantic stalks make their own weed problem look small.
There were a few grumbles from the crew until we launched a game of it seeing who could save them from the hornets and who can save the bushes from the weeds ( I ROCKED this game, in fact I think I may have been the only one playing...huh!) I think Arlo just laid there looking at the clouds in a standard 8 yr old fashion until I mentioned blueberry cobbler to which he jumped up and started picking double time, frequently asking if he had enough yet. :How about now? And now?"
The cobbler was amazing and tasted better with friends. Now I can even see my bushes but the birds can suddenly see the berries...maybe we were onto something :)
I remember one of our very first farm tours. We asked every friend and relative to come out and help us weed everything and get the farm pretty for the visitors and local paper. There was a mom and daughter at the tour talking softly to eachother and in a not so positive manner. I couldn't figure out what was wrong when suddenly the daughter raised her hand sharply and said that basically she could not believe that we didn't use any chemicals because there wasn't a weed to be seen. Ever since then, we have made it a policy around here to never leave any area weedless in case we would be charged with not practicing organic methods.