It did feel like fall for a bit, with cool nights and warm days, but then it warmed up and it hardly feels like fall. It’s at least starting to smell like fall, though — I walked the little trail my dad made in our woods on Sunday afternoon and enjoyed the aroma of decaying leaves. Despite a couple of frost warnings, the temp hasn’t dipped below 32 degrees, so I’m still picking cherry tomatoes and peppers, and I even picked eggplant out of the hoophouse yesterday. The onions and squash are curing and the cover crops are doing great. I’m running the air conditioner in the walk-in cooler and holding off on harvesting potatoes and root veggies. We’ll enjoy the warm weather while it lasts.
Butternut, Jester, Jet
Craig’s Corn
Garlic Before Popping
Punkins in the Sun
Picking up Sod from Drainage Furrow
Jean gets out of the packing shed!
Onions
Cart o Peppers
Acorn Squash and Pie Punkins
Plowing a Spot for New Hoophouse (?)
Leeks
Red Norlands
Sheba on Rodent Patrol
Stinky Caterpillar Loves Dill
Sunflowers
Sunshine and Delicata Squash
Winter Rye Like Lawn
Stone's Throw Farm 