The week has been cooler and mostly drier at least during the daytime, but it really hasn’t dried out enough to mow, at least not with the tractor. A few evenings have provided pleasant weeding weather with armloads of greens for the chickens and chicks and an endless supply of flea beetles on the amaranth being pulled for them. The weeds are still winning this year, but I am striving to keep them out of the beds of beans, tomatoes, peppers and asparagus. The squash have spread out so much they are shading out most of the weeds in their bed and the pumpkins are beginning to do the same in the three sisters bed. The paths are a mess and the harvested beds also. They must soon be cleared for fall veggies. The paths are a dilemma, most have weed cloth down but enough soil has accumulated on top that the weeds are prolific. Prior years of piling pulled weeds as mulch and laying down spoiled hay as mulch have created several inches of soil. Some weeds pull easily from this, but the weed cloth is deteriorating and some weeds go through it. There are also the rocks that have been tossed out of beds as they were worked, before I started collecting them to put on the rock piles. I would love to remove the weed cloth and everything on top of it, but it is so heavy when you pull it up and then what do you do with it. Occasionally I just weed wack the growth down.
The garlic has cured on the screens in the garage and was trimmed of stalk and roots to take to the wire shelves of the root cellar. The onions didn’t do well. There was only one spoiled garlic, but few sound onions. I wish I had brought them straight into the house to chop and freeze. We have enjoyed a few of them, but I guess I will be buying onions this winter. The squash plants are over whelming. We are eating them fried, roasted with other vegetables, baked with cheese, added to stir fries and curry and quart bags frozen for winter use.
The year’s harvest of garlic and a day’s crop of squash.
The cucumbers are full of blooms and tiny little cukes are showing, so soon there will be pickles. Bush beans are blooming but not the pole beans. Hopefully we will add beans to our meals as well. The pole beans are climbing the popcorn stalks and tiny ears are forming on the stalks. The peppers are loving the cooler wet weather, the tomatoes not so much. It may not be a good tomato year unless it dries out a bit.
Each evening as I go out to secure the chickens for the night, I enjoy a small handful of raspberries. Because of destroying their bed and transplanting a half dozen plants, there won’t be enough this year to make jam or to freeze, but they will volunteer themselves and the bed will be more prolific next year.
We may have chicks today or tomorrow, though I am doubtful. Momma let herself be driven off the nest by a broody hen who has taken over the clutch. I didn’t see any activity when she left to feed this morning.
Loving life on our mountain farm.