TGIF

A long week, a longer day. I've got a busy weekend planned; digging the rest of the garlic and digging and canning the beets.

We had hamburgers and fruit salad at the farm. I'm still working on trying to convince my parents that the barn is worth saving. A farm without a barn is a sad, barren, naked place. As bad, or worse than a farm with no life. Now is the time to act, before the cost of steel rises again.

More harvest

I wanted to make a beef stew in the slow cooker today but I was out of potatoes. Obviously, it was time to dig up one of my Yukon Golds in the garden. Aren't these beauties? I'm definitely planting more next year!

This afternoon I went to check out the local farmers market. A lot of the produce is exactly what's in my garden, but it gave me a chance to fill in where mine is less productive. At the Hutterite table I got 8 large slicing cucumbers for $1.00 and a large jar of honey for $5.00. Another farmer had leeks which I've never tried. If I like them I'll make room in the garden next year...so, what do I do with leeks???

Garlic!

Even more special: this is the first garlic I've ever grown. So, now that I've dug it up, what do I do next? Should it be allowed to dry like an onion?

Today was a good example of why it's beneficial for me to work from home some days; I was so angry I was swearing loudly at the emails. At the office I'd have to bottle all that up and seethe.

I inadvertently revealed my blog to my parents! I've avoided that because on some topics we have wildly divergent views and I will not censor my opinions on my own blog. Of course, they may quickly become bored and stop visiting like my sister did. While this is multi-purpose, keeping friends and my brother updated and providing myself with a journal of my gardening; I mostly write as a way to give back to those bloggers in the UK who delight and fascinate.

More fun from the past

My dad and my son at a Twins game many years ago. We always went when they were playing the Yankees and they always won. That made the game even more fun.

I hadn't noticed until now what a tip the stadium looks after the fans had been eating and spilling all over the place.

This is about all I can manage for a post after a tiresome day of work and stopping at the store.

What do you hear?

An intriguing post on Mrs. Nesbitt's Place (archives): describe what you hear right now.

The fan is whirring. Guinea pigs are munching on corn husks and rumbling at each other. Filters on the fish tank splashing. Muffled explosions from son's room as the latest battle rages.

That's it. 10:30 pm.

Back in history

How is this for a flashback? My brother, two sisters, and me with the broken arm.

I don't know if I was sent as a trial for my parents or a notice that four kids were enough but I seemed to cause a lot of bother. Breaking my arm was traumatic even for me; I can remember falling off the horse (sliding sideways, no saddle of course). I'm glad I don't remember landing! My arm never did heal right and is still shorter and crooked compared to the right.

Canning corn

Today I bought 2 dozen ears of sweet corn from a local farm family. I wanted to try my hand at canning corn. It wasn't cost effective compared to buying canned corn at the store, but I'm trying to get experience with as many local veggies as I can.

I was waiting for the roofers to come get the rest of their equipment out of the yard, but since they haven't I'll just have to mow around it tomorrow.