So much has happened in the past 3 weeks – hard to believe its already the end of August and that we’ve had enough cool nights to warrant closing the hoophouse at night! The other night I had a dream that I was reading a poem my dream-self had written called “otono y suenos” – autumn and dreams. I know that with the rapid-pace of life these days and the school season breathing down Spencer’s neck, we 3 are certainly dreaming of autumn and slower times, more contemplative times, and they are approaching soon!
The farmer’s markets continue to thrive, and we seem to be able to continue to meet demand! Of particular excitement are the abundant baby artichokes and the stupendous Romano beans – they simply can’t be beat! I always do get a smug sense of pride when customers incredulously look at our bucket of artichokes at market and exclaim “Surely those aren’t Vermont Artichokes?!?!” I always get a kick out of sharing with them that if you start artichokes in the wee days of March, you can certainly get them way up here in Vermont. Say, maybe I should call them Vermontichokes! The marketer in me sometimes goes a bit too far… Next time, a great picture of our stupendous artichokes. Anyway, I can’t go on without mentioning the proliferation of heirloom tomatoes – it seems that we can’t grow enough! They are quite beautiful, though, and always inspire us to eat a few everyday for lunch, and for snack… and, uh, for dinner…. Tomato time is upon us! Eat heartily!
In other news, we took a bold mid-August sojourn to coastal Maine for some lobster, ocean, tiny blueberries, and camping! It felt like a real vacation as we stopped at roadside stands (read as: truck parked in shoulder of road with a hand-scrawled sign reading “Blueberries”), ate our fill of tiny blueberries, and camped beneath the Perseid meteor showers. Trips into Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park led us to the beach for Mr. Smeems’ first encounter with salt water and horses up close! A fun time was had, and we felt only a little guilty as our hand-selected lobsters went into the pot kicking and came to our table pink and sweet. No moose sightings on this trip, though there were roadside moose-antlers aplenty!
Fall dreams: sweet dessert pumpkins, calavacitas, roasting chiles, planting garlic, disking and tilling in crops, sowing cover-crops, and tucking in the field for the 6-month sleep. We do look forward to hosting another brunch at our field this fall – please stay tuned for details! Meanwhile, enjoy the late summer bounty, the slow tear-down of garden plots and fields, remember to eat as many tomatoes as possible, and enjoy those perfect cool night sleeps. Until next time!!!
Horsing around at Pirate’s Cove Mini Golf outside Acadia.