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Thursday, October 16, 2014

A "Reprieve" from Fall

Once again, Mother Nature has decided that it's not quite time for fall to arrive and stay and the temperatures rose to such that I am glad I had not yet put all the warmer weather clothes in storage. Once again some will get a "final wash" come Monday (which is predicted to be sunny) and this time I shall move them to storage.

Lots was accomplished this week, but as always, more remains to be done. I culled two of the first lot of chicken hatchlings...two roos that were getting very big and were hogging the layer pellets. I processed them as roasters (plucked, not skinned) and they will be transferred from aging in the refrigerator to storage in the freezer today. We have been letting hatchings 2 and 3 loose to forage during the day. The #2 crew usually end up back IN their tent, ready to be closed in against the predators however the #3 crew end up roosting next to, or on their tent but going out after dark makes "capture" and returning them to safe quarters easy... UNLESS they decide to roost under the forsythia which they did once this week. We did loose two more baby turkeys. Tractor Guy decided to rig 6 strand electric fence around the turkey pen and after that, even though he has slept more at night, we still have the remaining poult... thus far.

"House plants" - the
best kind - edible!
On the Great Door and Window Project, the majority of the work is done. Insulation has been installed and the curtains re-hung. I even hung my "The Witch is IN" sign yesterday and the basil, epazote, stevia and marjoram plants installed on a shelf unit in front of one of the windows! Hopefully, drywall will be up soon.

I have been attempting to re-work the shopping cart for the Dutch Hex Sign web site. I will be closing the account that the orders have been associated with and have a new bank account to associate with a new PayPal account, but the buttons steadfastly refuse to work. I am considering a Square store (though setting it up will require a lot of rethinking of format, on account of shipping issues). I do not have, nor want, a merchant account at the bank in order to accept credit/debit cards on line. I have seen, as a result of working with other businesses, how expensive that can be in the "off months" and would rather pay a somewhat higher amount per transaction over a monthly fee. If anyone reading this has a suggestion for an online store system that includes credit card processing, please email me at the.hexenmeister(at) with info!

Hedge row cleared of weeds.
I also have begun attacking the standing weeds with the string trimmer and applying my cardboard and mulch hay surrounds to them.  The cherry tree, forsythia bushes and a few odd trees have been readied for winter, short of adding the "rat wire" cylinders around the fruit tree trunks for protection from mice during the winter. I got started working around the strawberry and asparagus beds, and have collected a large quantity of asparagus seeds, with more yet to get. Hopefully, this coming week will allow me to complete the weed whack/mulch job on the perennials, or at least make a good go of it. I discovered that it is much easier to cut the very heavy cardboard (3 or more layers) with my jig saw over a knife, so have been making short work of the heavy recycled stuff for the trees and bushes.

Fourth planting of lettuce and late spinach have been making
wonderful salads.
The fall crop of spinach and lettuce is doing great! I did a bit of cultivation and weeding this week and a light picking. Plans are to surround this bed with a cold frame, eventually. Meanwhile, we have been enjoying salads with spinach and the last of the tomatoes.

I cooked an "end of season vegetable soup" in the crock pot and have some in the fridge for later... the very last of the 'maters, some onions, leeks, carrots, celery, peas, green beans and herbs from the garden. Yum!

24" exterior hex sign
In the hex sign world, I shipped a 24" diameter Welcome sign yesterday and cut circles to sand, prime and paint for two more 2' signs and three 12" ones. I am hoping that the orders continue to come in and that folks don't wait until the last minute to order for the holiday gift season. It does take time to complete an order when each work of art is painted to order and paint takes longer to dry in the winter. And, to complicate matters, I am not only planning to have knee surgery late this fall, but also to take a long road trip to bring back a much needed "livestock guardian dog" puppy from a friend out west.

I have been thoroughly enjoying this week, with my commitment to stay on the farm as much as possible. Next week, though, will have several trips to the doctors office (thankfully most of them are at the office in town and only one requires me to head to Dover-Foxcroft and the hospital for a test.) No, nothing is especially amiss... other than the knees... this is a new provider getting a base line from services covered bu Medicare. I will be glad when this running week is done. It is, however, the week of the dark moon which means for me that taking the recycling and trash as well as carrying the results of this month's de-junking to a charity store, are in order as well. This will mean one trip to Bangor, which I hope to schedule on Tuesday afternoon so I can spend some time with the fiber group at One Lupine.

With the attention I have been giving to de-junking and waste minimization, and not being able to  recycle any plastic beyond #2, I have committed to seriously minimizing purchase of products packaged in other types of plastic and producing at home those products that I cannot find in appropriate packaging (#2, glass or metal). I have already made my first small batch of pancake syrup and have a plastic bottle (#1) of commercial stuff to return to the store (bought by Tractor Guy the same day I made some).  Research shows that I will also soon begin making mayonnaise and ranch style dressing on a regular basis. I did find small quantities of each, packaged in glass, at my local health food store, but not at prices that make sense to me.

And that's life in the slow lane...

Friday, October 10, 2014

It's Been a Week!

Wood pile to the extreme upper right is ready for use!
I did not get to help out my fellow farmer, as planned, at the end of the week last. A fox, which plagued us earlier in the year, returned the continued loss of birds every time Tractor Guy manages to get a halfway decent sleep, is not acceptable. So the de-nailing of the piles of recycled barn wood got moved to top priority and I attached that straightaway Friday morning. I managed to get about a quarter of it processed before I came in for a lunch break and discovered a phone call from Tractor Guy, who had gone to town on errands.

Seems he had just filled up the car, which then totally refused to start and refused to give up a clue as to the problem. So my productive day got derailed into a rest-of-the-day rescue mission, which bled over into the next day as well. Fortunately there was an out of the way place that the car could stay near the station overnight and equally fortunately we have friends with BIG toys!  LOL We borrowed a friend, his BIG dump truck and equally BIG flat bed trailer to haul the poor car home where it is, as of now, not yet giving up any secrets as to what is wrong. Not that we needed yet another "gotta get done before winter" project, mind you.

A less than exciting thread of endeavor is also proceeding. After our "doctor" (actually a PA) left the

practice we had been using, I decided it was high time to move to an associated practice much closer to home (the original office was in the town where we first landed in Maine, over a hour away). I had my first "meet and greet" appointment with my new PA at the end of last week and we talked about how to proceed. My main health goal is to get my knees "fixed" so appointments for xrays and a referral to the surgeon of my choice were put on the list, as well as an appointment for my annual wellness exam. I am surprised and pleased at the speed with which this office processes stuff! The x-ray was scheduled for Monday and in just a few minutes, actually, I had a CD of data from both this visit and the previous one in 2011, to carry to the surgeon. They also had the referral visit scheduled within the week as well. That will happen the end of the month, though even if he agrees surgery is in order, I won't be able to have it done until much later in the year.

I am planning to go to Oklahoma early in December, to pick up a livestock guardian dog pup from a friend's dog's bloodline. A good working dog to help spell Tractor Guy on guardian duty is essential now that the predators have found us, and even though it will take a few years for the big guy to grow into his duties, I am excited about the prospect even though it means any potential surgery will be delayed a bit.

Here on the farm the harvest continues. I picked the last of the green beans, hoping they are ripe enough to make seed, though the pods are mostly not totally dry yet. I also found our few, struggling, sweet potato roots, and also found that some of the vines were not totally dead yet. I am going to try rooting them and over wintering, to see if I can get (a) an earlier start with them next year and (b) more "free food!" There are tons of carrots out there, a good lot of celery and leeks... all of which need to be dealt with. The parsley is still producing, so I need to pick a final time to freeze and dry and mulch the plants in the herb garden. There is a lot of mulching to be done, in general. Boy, do I need to figure out how to clone myself!

On another line of thought, I recently realized that on my trip to visit my friend who just moved into the state, as well as on the recon visit to her rental house in advance of her arrival, I passed through the town in which the Maine Grains mill, and their associated local retail outlet, is located. In my quest to use more locally grown food, I have been hoping to go to locally grown wheat flour, and I discovered that they do rolled oats as well! Somewhat expensive stuff, but if I can get money ahead to pick up 50 (or in the case of oats, 40) pound bags, it will be doable. Just need to get money ahead...

Tractor bucket makes an
adequate scaffold.

 On the hex sign front, I completed and posted this 36" diameter Heart Chakra sign this week and am on to working on a smaller Welcome, also for outside display.

And, finally, the last bit of electrical work has been completed on the window and door project. There is a flood light on either side of the window and door array, lighting the front area brightly when needed. And I DID need it last night, as I heard a kitty yowl and figured our "guard cat" was on duty. We had just run a skunk off in back so I was not sure what I would find when I lit up the front. No skunk, just the skinny feral cat that we saw leaping from the chicken pen last week. The growling was coming from our kitty and she and I ran off the invader.

Tree nursery
 Last project of the week was potting up the baby maple trees that had sprung up in the garlic patch. Garlic had been mulched with several large bags of maple leaves, and I guess the seeds were carried along in the mulch. Since we are committed to planting trees along the property lines and trees (usually) don't come free, these 23 volunteers will be nursed along for several years and then set out with the pines and oaks we have been buying. There is one more volunteer, growing right next to the foundation, that I will add to the collection soon.

Turkeys and guines come up for a treat ... and get underfoot when I try to do anything. Thanksgiving (left) and Christmas (right) are slated for holiday suppers. Their guinea friends will be lost, I fear, without them... but we didn't raise these birds as pets.

With the passing of this month's full moon I do feel some changes taking place. Things are beginning to FEEL more settled, even though there are still many "get ready for winter" projects in process, pounds of food to harvest and process and little visible progress has been made on the general level of chaos. After far too many weeks, it seems, of running here and there -- all for good purpose of course -- I am looking at a week with no scheduled excursions. Oh, I may run to our little town grocery or have to get tractor fuel or maybe, finally, a bit of kero for the heater, but I am actively looking forward to a whole week with nothing to focus on but home and farmstead and hex.

Friday, October 3, 2014

The Autumn-Is-Coming Project Binge

Baby turkeys, just one day old!
Whew! It's been a busy couple of weeks! Baby turkeys (finally found the hole they were escaping through), putting The Hussy back into the flock, as she had started laying (in a pile of bailing twine in the garage!) and finally, a start on the reworking of the front door area to include two big windows. The first part of the project was to replace the former door -- which was falling apart, had been held together with tie down straps and replaced as a door by the sliders to the left of it -- with the Anderson crank open window on the right.

Other projects intervened, so the second window, to go on the other side of the sliding door, took a while to get installed, but it's in now. We are working inside on wiring, including the installation of a flood light on either side of the windows. Once that is done, I will close up the outside, insulate and begin finish work inside. 

Recycled barn wood, destined to become poultry housing.
We got derailed by my having scored the wood from a small old barn, which was being torn down. I was wondering where
the wood would come from for the construction of the chicken and turkey houses, also on this fall's project list. Well, here it is! Fortunately it was in a nearby community, as it took 5 Artie-loads to get it home over several days.Still needs de-nailing, but that is a lot of rough cut 1x and 2x stock!!

And, in yet another "long term hanging project," last month the Universe At Large presented us with
Just the right size! I love a comfortable place to lean back
which the tub in the front bath lacks.
a free claw foot bathtub. For the last 6 years, I have been wanting to replace the crappy, plastic, non-functional "spa tub" in the "master" bath with a decent claw foot tub. And we have been looking for one that was (a) free and (b) possible to get. Most of the free ones, it seems, are on the second floor in houses that cannot bear to have damage getting them down stairs, and are in Portland, to boot. Last month, we happened upon one, already removed from a cabin, and local to us, so we picked it up on the way to our monthly potluck. I had already arranged with the farmer at whose house we were meeting to pick up a load of manure, and he was kind enough to store the tub for a month, between potlucks, as I needed the manure much sooner than the tub. It was potluck time again last Sunday, so the tub came home. We will get it into the bathroom soon, but for now it abides on the deck.

In an effort to keep up to date with the blog and to develop more of a routine in general, I am planning to post at least once a week, on Friday. Friday is the day I honor Frigga, and in keeping with northern tradition values of Self Reliance, Industriousness and Perseverance it seems appropriate to share our homestead projects as well as other thoughts and observations on this day. I know that many who follow a northern trad path have come together in groups, but by nature we do prefer to be basically solitary. That being said, it is good to have appropriate people connections and to be able to share and help out from time to time.

Very recently, an online friend relocated to Maine and though she is not especially near by, it was good to take a day this past week to visit her in western Maine, to finally meet in person. Additionally, we were able to help her move forward by receiving many tools and some homestead and household goods that she ended up with in a property division. Goddess told her during her journey to Maine, she said, that she was to divest herself of anything that "wasn't her." We are most thankful for some good and useful tools, chicken feeders and waterers and additions to the linen closet.

And in a similar vein, I will be heading out to a neighboring farm tomorrow morning, to spend half a day making myself useful to the farmer, who happens also to be a Pagan and struggling to help keep a 4th generation family farm in the family and operational. I am hoping to be able to continue to offer a half day on Fridays -- her big harvest day for market -- as long as need be.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Seeing Old Friends Again

When and where I grew up, it was commonplace to have seasonal wardrobes. Northern latitudes, when you dress for the seasons, kind of call for it. The lengthening nights and falling temperatures evoke desires for wooly sweaters and cozy flannel, even in the absence of store displays (which stupidly begin pushing the season in the heat of August.) And later, along with the rivulets of melting snow and ice, the dawn of mud season brings a longing for fewer layers, summer colors and a return to the feel of crisp cottons and linen.

Just like in "the old days," when clothing was expected to last for years, the choices in one's closet and bureau were fewer and new clothes came only as replacements for garments that were used up, worn out, re-made for a smaller family member and ultimately relegated to the rag bag (remember those??), my seasonal clothing swap involves taking out and putting away, a much larger laundry day and plans for winter sewing sessions, not a trip to the store. When the urge and need for different duds strikes each fall, it's an emotionally rich chore, as I bid seasonal farewell to my summer favorites and rekindle the acquaintance of my fall and winter "friends."

"Old clothes" -- those that have been around the familiar cycle many times -- truly feel like old friends to me. They bring back memories of when and why they were bought or made, the years of intervening wear, the seasons when certain items were relegated to the back of the closet because of living in a different climate and sometimes even a single event that caused the garment to move from the "good" to "everyday" pile.

This year I did it all a bit differently. Rather than just going through the boxes that were labeled for fall and winter, we brought every clothing storage box into the house for a thorough going through, sorting and re-labeling. Now that I am no longer working, clothes fit into one of two use categories: town or farm. And rather than trying to keep them sorted by type of garment (shirts in this box, skirts in that, pants in another) I am simplifying only by season: spring/cool summer, summer, warm fall (short sleeve fall theme or color shirts, dresses, etc.) and winter. Winter is by far the bulkiest category, of course, so there are many empty boxes at present. I was able to let go of a good size pile of things that have not seen use in the last few years, as well as a few things that don't fit or that I have never really liked.

I know I need to look for fabric and make a new robe. In the winter, with my hang to dry obsession, I really need one to wear when the other is not quite dry yet, and one of the old ones has been relegated to the rags. I may need a coat for going to town; when I did the spring shuffle, I sent my old jackets off to charity as one didn't fit well and the other, a huge puffy short jacket, left my lower parts cold and made my torso feel like I was channeling the Michelin man. I do have my wonderful wool cape with the waterproof lining (it's reversable) so I may not need a coat, but it is in my awareness should the right material and pattern present themselves.

One thing about knowing your "old friends" well, is that you miss them when they don't come to the party! One box, apparently, remains hidden... it contains some good, heavy weight turtleneck shirts and my long johns. I remember these going out together rather later than some of the other stuff, so when do chores today I will look for them. Bringing in boxes last night, in the gathering twilight, it would have been easy to over look a box or a bag in the back corner of the garage.

Each of the newly filled boxes currently contains a 2x5 card contents label, which I will tape to the end of the box as I complete the filling later this week once the laundry is done and in, and they can go back to their resting place in the garage. For now, I am glad to have my flannel nightgowns and a robe, more long sleeve shirts and my old chore coat for the gathering chill. We have predicted lows in the 30s this week... last year our first frost came with the Equinox weekend... and have not yet cleaned and refilled the space heater, so warm duds are most welcome. And old friends warm me in more than one way.

Monday, September 1, 2014

A Fowl Post

"Birds of a feather?"
Our first year with guinea fowl continues. The babies have been living in the tent, right, with a couple of broad breasted turkey poults,  though since they are supposed to be on bug patrol once they learned where home was, we lifted up the front of the containment poultry wire sufficiently for the little guys to walk out while the larger turkeys remained inside. They have been regularly exploring and, of late, have been finding their wings. Every afternoon now the flock takes flight and spends time perched on the support "towers," left, of the chicken and duck pen. Then they fly back in the direction of their tent and some attempt to perch on top of the slippery tarp fabric. Watching them trying to stay up there, some sliding down and having to flap and run to try to get back, reminds me of online videos of goats playing on teeter totters and arches of flexible metal.  More recently I let the turkeys loose as well, and they have been flocking with the guineas, including one of them taking a stab at roosting, overnight, on the top of a chicken tower! That only lasted one night, though. Now the guineas roost on high and the turks tuck in on the stack of wood next to the current chicken run.

Turkey and guineas "visiting"
The Hussy and her brood
Dawn found the turkey still on high
...only for one night, though.
Recently two of them got down IN one of the chicken towers; I think they either lost their balance or their perch. I had to cut a hole in the chicken wire so they could escape and will have to patch the hole when the  towers get turned back into regular fence panels.

The Hussy, our mama hen, and her babies continue to thrive. All of the babies are growing like weeds and the one that was originally light colored is losing it's color to brown feathers.

We have transitioned the first 4 that were hatched from our eggs into the general population of chickens. At least one, likely two -- of course the most colorful ones -- appear to be roos so they will be stew pot bound before winter. they have settled in, though.

The banding of current layers from the general population has also commenced and the non-layers... as soon as they are found... will be processed into the stew pot. Thus far, everyone who has actually spent time in the confinement tent has produced an egg, most well before the three day limit. However, I had to switch confinement tents as the last few hens, Americanasa, who were confined managed to escape. I though I had blocked all egress, but apparently not. Last night we swapped the meat birds, who only overnight in confinement anyway, into the "leaky" tent and I was able to grab the supposedly confined bird and put her into their now vacant abode. Hope this works. I do not want to carry "liars" through the winter.

Hens and ducks in their new digs.
Next fowl project on tap was the construction of a temporary shelter and erection of the new fence panels that I completed yesterday. It was a several day project. I just don't have the stamina that I used to, it seems. First I hauled the panels around to the back of the house and selected and hauled 6 pallets. Then the fence got mostly erected. It zig zags a bit to help support it and the panels are just tied together with twine for now. Between the zigs, the tying and the uneven ground, there is not a straight line or plumb section anywhere!  LOL

The pallet assembly continued the "redneck engineering" theme, though they do have some screws holding them together... two for the back, one on each end and two, supported by a 2x3 across the front, on top.  After getting the coop structure up, I completed the erection of the fence. Coop extends outside the fence, with abuts it on either side. Two old tarps, almost doubled up, wrap the sides and another very large one, also folded, covers the back, top and hangs down in front. I have secured one corner of the front section of tarp to the pallet roof, to give then chickens a triangular door, a random pole of some sort or another is secured across near the back for a roost and their feeder hangs from the pallet roof, finally out of the rain!  I have a cement block holding the front tarp down to keep it from flapping and I can easily roll it off the tarp to collect eggs. I have stapled and tied the tarps down around the coop but still need to drag a few heavy pieces of wood around to help secure the bottom. I had planned to tie it in place, but getting the twine under the pallets is much harder than repurposing a few pieces of wood.  Before winter, I plan to give them a proper wooden coop, which will likely be positioned in place of the next fence panel to the east of the current coop, as it will separate this pen and a second one so that the fowl can be rotated during the garden season. That location will give the best access to the remainder of the back field for the tractor, so says Tractor Guy.

We will also be putting a motion light in the back, to help illuminate the pen and coop if a predator comes by again.  We had a skunk raid early this morning, which was likely at least partly my fault. I had left eggs in the first nest the hens made, so they would continue to lay there and we got back home after dark last night, in the rain, so I did not go bring the eggs in.  Fortunately, Tractor Guy has been awakening well before dawn to hear and investigate a ruckus. He got off a couple of bb shots and then came to wake me. Skunk had gone by the time I got out but had not been annoyed enough to spray.  I have a feeling that the little critter may have been "scared shitless" by being shot at though, as I found skunk droppings in the grass when I fed the fowl this morning!  LOL

We called her "The Hussy" because we though she just wanted
to be with our roo-at-large, but she had other ideas!
 And on another, more happy, note... this has definitely been the year of  "money for nothing (well, sort of... social security) and chicks for free" to borrow a line from a song. We have not only had a friend willing to hatch eggs from our hens, but The Hussy successfully hatched and brooded a dozen little chicks.

Then the turkey hen the we got in trade from a friend who needed a tom decided to brood some eggs as well! Lady Grey hatched out her babies yesterday. 
One of the babies came to see Tractor Guy.
Mom did not approve.
Seven little turkeys!

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Finding the Flow

After an eagerly awaited road trip to visit a yarn mill and getting a chance to see the incredible machines from the 20s -- or possibly earlier -- still cranking out wonderful roving and yarns...

"the mother of all drum
Spinning... they all work at once!
Making a skein

and then a day on the farm, followed by another day away...

a visit to MOFGA  to help with canning and work with/learn from a professional

Busy kitchen - work in progress
"pickle team" shows off

  ...and a side trip on the way home to haul most of a 20 bales of spent hay, which was followed by a regularly scheduled "day in town" (actually more like just a very busy morning), unloading the truck and heading back out to retrieve the last of the hay...

Well just let me say I am glad to be looking at many days in a row of staying on the farm!

Yesterday I just puttered... there were blueberries and peas that needed starting on the drying process and several hexen to draw and begin painting. I was amazed at how beat I was, not sure if it was all the driving in a manual transmission rig, 6 hrs on my feet in a kitchen or what... but the knees were not happy and my left shoulder was complaining big time.

After sleeping with the heating pad the shoulder was happier and after a day of minimal use the knee was willing to work, so I hit the garden in the morning, after critter chores, to weed the row for the day. Ideally, I would like to weed a row each day in the morning and  pick in the evening. I had actually carried out the container that I pick the Dyer's Coreopsis into, hoping to pick them on the way back in (making each leg-yard ... leg miles are a thing of the past... count) but I weeded down and part way back the other side of the tomato row, raising several of the fence sections as I went and meeting up with the part that I had weeded earlier and by then, I was in need of lunch!

I was appreciating the gathering dark clouds that finally hid the sun (though the temperature was not excessive, the direct sun was getting to me) and dropped the air temperature as they rumbled thunder in the distance. My afternoon garden plans were thwarted by a gentle rain. Not complaining... a friend a few towns away got hit with a wee bit of water and golf ball size hail! Sorry for him, but glad we got spared, this time.

Afternoon was easily transitioned to hex painting and catching up on some other indoor things. There was meat waiting to be turned into stew -- the pressure cooker made short work of that. I made granola and then moved on to chocolate chip cookies that I had planned for "sometime this week." Since we have given up using shortening in favor of oil or butter -- and not having the budget to bake with butter -- I looked up a recipe using oil Jury is still out on that one.

Stew needs biscuits, so that's next. Cross your fingers that we don't get hockey pucks!
Can't believe I made them -- Bisquick was not involved but lard was!

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Lammas Tide Comes

Once again, the wheel of the year has rolled around and the First Harvest celebration is upon us. Many folks call it Lammas and celebrate August 1. I call it First Harvest and consider it a "tide" as opposed to a single day, though I will make a celebratory meal at some point this week.

Here in Maine, it's not so much about grain harvest, for me, though this is traditional. I have seen farm stands offering the first of the local corn; though ours is not ready yet, I may include a few ears in our meal, as much because of my love of fresh corn on the cob as for any other reason! Mostly, though, I will celebrate with the fruits (or more literally, vegetables and meats) of my hands, giving thanks to the Gods and the Elements for the bounty.

These harvest celebrations -- this one, the first and Autumnal Equinox (which I think of as "high harvest") and Halloween/"Winter Finding" at the end of October/first of November which marks the end of the harvest season and the season by which one needs to have the outside work done, gardens put to bed, wood put by and the homestead buttoned up and ready for the dark winters nights -- are not only times for giving thanks, but also for reflection and planning.

I see that this year, our first batch of meat chickens have been long processed and a second crop is well on its way. Last year, with only one batch, I harvested the first of the flock for this harvest meal. Last year we did not get the electric deer repellent fence up early enough and there were other issues that compromised our harvest of peas and beans. This year, though the spring was late and wet and peas and beans were planted within the same week, we got the fence up early and not only are still picking our bountiful harvest of peas, but have begun harvesting the beans.

This year, too, my harvest season is a time to celebrate being able to "harvest" all of my energy and time to the most productive tasks in their own times thanks to having been able to retire.

Though the summer has not been a hot one (for which I, at least, give thanks) and may not offer up as large a harvest of tomatoes and peppers as last year,  and though the tractor's tiller most likely has given up the ghost, all in all this First Harvest offers much for which to give thanks.