I’ve been helping out at the farm for the last little while, strawberry season is close to ending. Long hot days, sweet, ripe and juicy as those berries are, it’s still a lot of work to get them to market. Working behind the scenes makes me appreciate farmers even more, and what they go through to get food to us, is pretty amazing.
Thank a farmer the next time you see one, they deserve our appreciation for all of their hard work.
Even the thoughts driving my inner blogger couldn’t get me to move from the couch that first night. A combination of the heat, working, sorting berries meant I was feeling my fifties, and I was bone tired after working late into the night on a brochure for the farm, but hooray for Pic Monkey, it saved the day.
The next day I had great intentions and I thought oh I’ll just get up earlier and whip out a post before I go back to the farm. But when I woke up it was so early the birds were not singing, and after sleepily pondering catching a few more minutes, I woke up too late.
Kissed the Boo on the nose before rushing out the door, he would rather have had his time out in the garden.
I had a tiny tree frog perched on the edge of my watering can, even though it was early in the morning, the sun was hot, I moved him so he spent the entire day under the shade of a fern, and I would occasionally mist him for added relief.
Dining out in the garden
The garden is growing, leaping, bounding, clematis vines, and the golden hops spilling over like an overflowing cup of tea.
Everything needs to be staked, watered, pruned, weeded, or cossetted.
Last night while I was watering in the bird garden, [we named this one because it’s where the birds are all fed], blissfully listening to the cool splash of the water, and the chirps of the quail in the bushes until something startled me out of a daydream.
There was the Boo, bad, bad Boo, crouched down about to strike.
Only two feet from an after dinner snack of a couple of plump quail, who were too foolishly impatient for us to leave them alone. Much hand clapping to scare them away, and a scolding for both of them, foolish quail, bad Bootsie, scared them all.
The poor little things have no idea just how close to dinner they were about to be.
Our early heat continues and if this keeps up I think we are going to see more of the late summer flowers blooming out before their time. There’s not much we can do but enjoy their fleeting beauty while it lasts.
Jen @ The Light Laughed