|after the rains there are mushrooms everywhere!|
You know the expression “better be careful what you wish for…you might just get it!” ? Well, I can attest to the truth of the statement.
The Boss has been saying we needed a week of rain for weeks, no…months. We finally got it. Oh boy, we got it. Since October 3rd, we have had nearly 5 inches of rain. That’s more than the months of July, August and September combined! (you could even add part of June!) While we really needed the moisture, I must admit…I was beginning to feel like Mrs. Noah. And, the rain and subsequent mud totally changed our plans for the week. But…whatcha gonna do? Just re-work the plan. We'll try again this week to get all of last week's outdoor work done!
Monday’s soggy weather didn’t interfere with our trip to pick up the lamb chops. This batch is particularly delicious looking (but, I say that every time).
|not a pretty day for a road trip|
I may have disturbed more than one person when I pointed out that there were cool, quiet lambs in the back of my vehicle on the return trip. Sorry about that.
|this is how we haul lambs in my car|
By Tuesday/Wednesday, the rains were torrential. But, that gave me a chance to make some headway on the sales receipts and clear some of the mountain of paperwork off my desk. I still have “miles to go before I sleep” (not that I’m really giving up sleeping, but you get the picture). At least I can see the top of my desk again (in places anyway).
The moisture is wonderful, but there is a down-side. All the dark, rainy days dramatically slowed growth in the hoophouses. Since the temperatures are cooling and the shadows are lengthening, it seemed the perfect time to get the shadecloth off of the hoophouses. Usually we wait a little longer for this annual event and you should READ THIS to understand the importance of this activity. But no time like the present… Hopefully everything will start growing better with more light. Now, we will just have to keep an eye on the daytime temperatures and make sure everything stays well-watered.
|the "before" shot|
|ready to remove the shadecloth|
|the Boss spends a lot of time|
"waitin' on a woman"
|pulling off the shadecloth|
|folding the shadecloth for storage|
|hauling the shadecloth|
|the hoophouse looks brighter already|
Here's a story my kids will appreciate. (they think mama's just a little "tetched")
In between rain storms the dogs started barking furiously at something across the road. There was obviously something over there, you could see it moving about in the middle of the big open field.
|See the white thing in the middle of that field?|
The dogs were doing their "alert, alert" bark
Having recently seen the eagle, I was hoping for another sighting. However, it was too far away to see clearly, so I got my camera. Zooming in didn't help much. Eighty shots later and some serious cropping on the computer and it became clear that it was a BALLOON! ...and the dogs were still barking at it.
|Nope, no bird|
Definitely a balloon
The Boss only got to one of his many jobs before the rains started. But, thankfully it was the brooder job. And he got done. Just. In. Time. It began raining just as he got done. But he did indeed finish. Our brooder is the true embodiment of “Reduce, Re-Use, Recycle” (and will be a part of the November blogging challenge--- check this out) This new incarnation is pretty cool and I was so glad he got it done and was ready when the Post Office called on Friday.
When I got to the Post Office, my first thought was that I wouldn’t be able to park because someone must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.
|the truck is bigger than the Post Office|
(the Boss’ suggestion would have been take a couple left turns, come on up the hill and put that load in the cooler!) However, the general store probably wouldn’t have appreciated that. Yes, there is a tiny store in Mbrook. It sells essentials and sandwiches and pizza. And, if the Heineken truck is any indication, they must sell beer, too. (I’ve only been there to buy ice in an “emergency” situations) Beer trucks aside, I picked up the chicks and took them home to the newly re-furbished brooder.
|chicks in a box|
isn't she CUTE?
|Helper Gus on chick patrol|
|getting warm under the hover|
And, just like that…it was time to prep for Saturday’s Market again. The weeks are getting progressively shorter, I am sure. I heard somewhere that this sensation is a true indicator of old-age…but, let’s not even go there.
|looking back as I pulled out of the drive at 6:30am|
the lights are the house, the brooder and Mbrook
It was DARK and breezy at opening time. A lot of vendors were missing. You can tell it's late in the season when only the die-hard vendors show up on a regular basis. There are fewer late season customers too, since the draw of sweet corn and vine-ripened tomatoes is a thing of the past. (reminder to townsfolk: the Market runs until the week before T'giving!) But, once the sun came up and the townspeople got going with their day, the traffic at the Market picked up. There was music, too, and that always makes the Market better. This week we had a new performer who played great guitar and had an amazing voice (other performers even said so). Here’s hoping the Boss can get him back for next season.
|at 7am opening|
boy, am I glad for that street light!
|it's looking a little sparse at the Market|
|the sunrise lit up the trees at the Market|
Despite the dark start and the chilly breeze, it was another great Market. Thanks, Staunton!
|the end of the Market day|
And, that my friends, was the week on the hill.
Hope you're having a Happy Sunday!
|glorious weather after the rains|
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