Well, the soybeans are out of the ground. Merle and I took a walk around the bare ground (trespassing, yes) and found our way behind a small plot of corn. The soybean field makes an L, with the short end between corn and sunflowers. Sunflowers! What an eery thing to stumble upon: a ten-acre army of sunflowers, heads down, drying. I wonder what will happen to them…
Our own ground is a confusing mix of dried up fox millet (awaiting the flame weeder), still-green pasture, frostburnt vegetation, and stubborn lettuce seedlings. Garlic went in yesterday. Too wet to do anything else.
Went to a workshop on Food Safety and Defense last week to learn how to arm against fecal matter and disgruntled employees, not necessarily mutually exclusive. Learned, again, how to wash hands properly: 20 seconds and don’t forget between the index finger and thumb. Lock your empty barns so that a crystal meth lab doesn’t inadvertently sprout up in the night.
Todd and I are both missing the markets and the smiling faces of all our sharecroppers.
Thanks to all,
Julia
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