Holy Cow! I feel like Harey Carey the old Chicago Cubs announcer. What a month. If you had a bar of soap you could have taken a shower outside almost every day and not missed a beat.
Seventy –Eight years ago my dad was 6 years old and had to learn how to crank their brand new A-Farmall. It was the first gas powered tractor of the family and the end of the team of horses, the year was 1939.
We started planting in the greenhouse two weeks ago and our first round of vegetable transplant seedlings will begin on schedule March 6th with green and red cabbage. We will also seed cauliflower, broccoli and kale that week plus some herbs.
The last of the harvesting came to an end two weeks ago and all of our tillage work was wrapped up around the same time.
Another year comes and goes as the last of the pumpkins are put out to pasture. We have squash left to sell well into December and some cabbage left to be harvested along with a bit of field corn to be combined.
I think everyone agrees that we have had enough rain these past few months, unless you are a duck. Record amounts of rainfall in our area of the metro has wreaked havoc on the progression of harvesting vegetables.
Over the last three months we have recorded record amounts of rain for this time frame in our area and the picture says a thousand words. We have been battling the mud along with higher than normal temps during the same time much to our chagrin. The vine crops that we are harvesting cannot withstand […]
The dog days of August turned into the muddy days of August. Usually you get a few steamy days in a row with a shower or two in between but this August was very trying on the nerves.
July is always a month of high anxiety as we start harvesting the crops, getting everything lined up in the field and everyone trained in on what we expect as far as quality and pack size.
June is a great month to practice your swing. I like to think of this on a golf course. Although I do not get out as often as I would like, I practice in my mind when I am out hoeing weeds in the middle of the field.