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!