Yesterday I had to drive to Stuart's Draft to pick up some non genetically modified, locally grown feed for our animals. They are all pastured but some of them require a supplement to go along with their grass and bugs. I was a bit disappointed to be gone during prime work hours. The garden was waiting.
Thankfully she didn't have to wait too long. The garden, that is.
Philip rented a tiller. Thomas came out to join us. We mowed down weeds, yanked up roots, and tossed broken down sunflower giants to the livestock. Philip tilled up a generous area for our fall garden. As the sun slipped beyond the horizon we wiped our stinky sweaty brows. Thomas volunteered to head inside to cook our supper. Philip and I continued until dark. Actually, Philip continued until after dark.
We went inside and were greeted by the smell of cooked beef, gravy and macaroni. Way to go, Thomas. Medium-rare, tender and absolutely delicious. I felt so happy and thankful to have family that will work together to get a job done. I don't think there is anything that pleases me more than having family work together on important projects, like garden, barn, farm animals. Now all we need is for Patrick to get home from his trip to NJ. He is the master seed planter. I am hoping for another round of beans, chard, lettuces, spinach, broccoli, cabbage and maybe even some brussels sprouts. Brussels sprouts. Yum. Sauteed in bacon grease with red onion and peppers and garlic. Spinach. Creamed with cheddar cheese.
Oh yeah. The blog. I got hungry and carried away with garden dreams.
Meanwhile, the bread is baking. 65 or 70 pizza crusts await wrapping. 60 loaves of bread are cooling. 20 more to go, plus or minus. Pancake mixes and brownie mixes are ready to be labeled. Will I get to the pound cakes? The chocolate zucchini muffins?
Market day tomorrow. We are still in the marathon. But I had to pause to remember all the hard work that was accomplished yesterday evening.