“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution

Living In Wellies

Rain is definitely a mixed blessing.
Without it, nothing grows.
With too much, however, certain things grow like crazy,
and others drown.


Right now, it feels as though the farm is located somewhere in the tropics.
Perhaps at some point in late July I went to bed
and some sort of cosmic magic happened... changing the earth's axis so that
we are now spinning around the sun somewhere near the equator.


Normally, by this time of summer, we are watering profusely,
and mowing duties have ceased.


This year it is just the opposite.


Early morning hours are the most pleasant, with the thermometer hanging right around
the seventy degree mark.
It doesn't take long for the sun to send the mercury speeding higher up that tube, however.


In spite of all the rain and torrential storms,
Mrs. Guinea remains glued to her nest...
looking more and more bedraggled by the day.
I sure hope she has some babies as a reward for her faithfulness,
at the end of all this weather torture.


And although she wasn't thrilled with it, I reached around her to pick 
these two patty pan squashes.


Much of my garden fence is now covered in vines...
trumpet vines, grape vines, and loads and loads of morning glories.


I love how morning glories...

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