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It is definitely fall. The weather has changed, the leaves are turning, the garden is winding down. The young hens are laying their first eggs, by the waterer, in the food bucket, in the mud.... The old hens are really slowing down, the 1st two batches of roosters are getting big, soon they will go off to the meat shop in tacoma and come back for the freezer. The basil needs to be harvested and made into pesto, the potatoes need to be dug, the beans really need picking, and the house needs cleaning. Today is the 1st day off (full day off) I have had in about 3 weeks . The students have pillaged the bookstore. I am certainly tired... Current Mood: tired
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We like garlic, we like it alot.... We have 2,000 heads in the ground (Bill counts stuff like that.) and at least 7 varieties which I can only name 6 at the moment.
I don't know, but I do know that we have been eating the scapes (the flower spike for hard neck garlic) for the past two weeks. I have come to the end of the scapes, after 85 jars of pickled garlic (note to self buy more jars for the beans in a month or so) 14 tubs of garlic scape pesto in the freezer and a few scapes to blanch and freeze (experiment time.) I ran out of jars and mustard seed at about the same time.
For our SCA friends, we won't be at the War. The Bookstore has scheduled inventory for the 1,2 and 6 of July.
Boy am I tired. I am not sure I am going to stir from the property all weekend, I have to leave the house to tend the garden, the chickens and the incubator, I might walk to the bakery, and then again I might not.....
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