Over the weekend Wythe, Rebecca, Dan and I went up to Dunstable to house sit while my uncle and aunt were visiting their sons. We drove up Friday night and were greeted by the cats and a very happy dog. That first night we relaxed in the hot tub as we watched a meteor shower. The next morning we got up at a reasonable hour and after a fresh egg omelet, Rebecca and I headed out to the garden to do some weeding and harvesting.
Really, Rebecca did most of the weeding. But she was the happiest I've ever seen a person weeding.
This was the collection from the first day of harvest. Sunday we realized that there were tons of incredibly ripe tomatoes just falling off the vines. We picked as many as we could carry back with us and split them. Sunday night I made two pots of spaghetti sauce and I still have tomatoes left over in my fridge.
Lifetime Chickie was running free after Aunt Kap rescued her from a life of abuse and rooster rape. She has at least three nests around the lawn and barn. Broken tomatoes and wormy corn were thrown her way to her great delight. She'll probably double in size by the time they return.
The horses were happily (and blindly) grazing away.
And Lily got in as much head scratching and tummy rubbing time as she could.
Meanwhile, the boys avoided all manual labor and gorged themselves on comic books.
Other than a brief power outing, the trip was blissfully uneventful. It was hard to go back to work Monday morning. But at least I have a fridge full of farm fresh corn, squash, and tomatoes.
