wikipedia even says "sputnik"

Waking up this morning (after having dug holes and pounded in branches.. after having weeded all day yesterday) took some real conscious effort. Crouching down to pull pants from the bottom dresser drawer required the help of both hands/arms. While I surely don't consider myself old (nor do I think I ever will), I was definitely letting loose a rather unfamiliar collection of grunts and groans. Where did these come from?? What can I do to make sure they do NOT become permanent "me-isms?" More conscious efforts I guess. That and a little more stretching....

As is our Friday order now, we headed directly to harvest.

- Chinese Cabbage (Different wider variety; Huge; Like the taller ones better though)
- Bok Choi (We know the drill)
- Kohlrabi (Funky Sputnik-lookin veggie. Part of the brassica family. Tastes like broccoli stem) Wanna see????





- Head Lettuce (Some have bolted by now so they were left to be tilled under)
- Turnips (Capped. Judy and Nancy harvested them single-handed)
- Scallions (Pulled in bunches gently from the soil. Such fragile leaves. Washed and bunched)
- Broccoli (I'm not sure if I've made it abundantly clear by now, but harvesting broccoli is fun... believe me. You oughtta come by and try it...)
- Mustard Greens (Tended to those myself. Tended a few bunches right into my mouth. Mmmm)
- Basil (First harvesting out of Field Y. Cool)
- Summer Squash (E & I. Yellows and Zucchinis. Their skin is so easily damaged. Even the plants spiny stems/leaves can completely score them. Gotta be careful)

A picture of today's group





Judy, Nancy, Daniel, Katherine, D & E.

Oh, and while I'm thinking about it, remind me to tell you about the deep inner joy one can experience by throwing a Bok Choi Grenade. I'll explain when I have pictures for support.

Somewhere in there we had a nice sit-down break with coffee, pumpkin muffins (thanks Katherine), and banana bread (thanks Nancy), aaand donuts (thanks D), aaaand Irish Soda Bread (thanks Amy). Stuffed.

These pics from midday. The white on blue was blowing my mind. As well as the blue itself.





After lunch I mowed... period. How wonderful is that?
W3, W2, Y and Z all had rye about to go to seed and it was my job to prevent it from doing so.

E and I visited a local winery after work, had a tasting and made a couple purchases(of which I am presently partaking).

This evening... strawberries were picked and eaten, more branches were cut for the 3 Sisters field and my guitar was played for a while. A truly relaxing evening.

Tomorrow... distribution and H time.

Dig.