August 28, 2018
It's that time of year - my body senses the shortening days, and I start to fill in every minute with projects I want to finish before it's too cold to work outside. At night, I'm so very tired from all the activity - the minute I stop and relax, I'm ready to sleep. This morning, I canned and dried all that remained from last week's CSA share to clear the way for today's produce. Then, I started working on an inspection report for a Wauquiez Amphitrite 43. Ketches make for a brain-frying challenge of keeping the main mast and mizzen mast details separate and yet complete. Dobbs drove to Tidewater Marina in Havre de Grace and replaced the standing rigging on a Hunter 380 (mast unstepped).
At 3pm, we headed for Flying Plow Farm. Dobbs collects the goods at the stand and I do the picking in the fields (I like dirt). Here are some highlights:
The smell of the tomatoes. I actually used to have a perfume that smelled like tomato greens. It's such a fresh, ripe, grassy fragrance.
The metallic clicking of hoes as three farmers work rows. These smart, vibrant people are out here tending these fields to feed our community - to feed ME. I am humbled by their commitment to the earth.
There's a cutting garden. Part of the joy is choosing what will make a beautiful bouquet; the other part is watching all the bees and butterflies pollinating the flowers. I pick one big sunflower each week and hang it from our front gate pergola for the birds.
On farm days, I try to keep dinner simple, so I made a roasted red pepper curry with leftover sauce, and "fluffed it up" with bits of chicken, jalapeno, kale, and tomato. It was delicious and satisfying!