Fall Scenes from the Farm

The last of the bounty

Halloween Prep

The treeline 

Cranberry harvest

Mouser

Opportunist

Rain and Rumination

It has rained all week. Last weekend's sun seems like another lifetime ago. I am hoping the rain will clear enough to get some more of the garden in. Last week, we used the big rototiller to break up the clay laden soil. We broke two shovels trying to break-up the ground.

Last week we had a couple of good asparagus feasts. They are really starting to produce now. We also had hot and cold running rhubarb. I wish I liked it, but everybody else loves it. Scot made a couple of pies so far.

We visited our favourite vegetable stand in Richmond, Tai On Farms. So far they only have chinese greens and spinach. We bought one of everything and ate them all. The greens were picked that morning. I can't wait until they have their green onions and carrots. Fingers crossed.

Spring at last

I kept waiting for spring to come. Watching the fields for new signs of life. Of course, spring truly arrived in the air first. It arrived in the Balm of Gilead and the white currant blossoms.

The snowdrops and the crocuses came up, even though it was still snowing, they surfaced none-the-less. Slowly, the ground dried out enough for us to start digging the garden.



I planted peas and kale and onions. The cold hardiest of the vegetables. The garlic overwintered nicely. Even a few sweet peas volunteered. With all the new life it was with great sadness I learned that they will be selling the farm. It may be as soon as next spring. So as I look at my garden, I keep thinking this may be the last one I will ever plant here.

It shades everything this knowledge. This may be the last spring, and so I go from enjoying the new life, to mourning its eventual absence.

Winter Walk