Yesterday, while other parts of the state got pelted — most notably Duluth, which experienced severe flooding — we just got a kind of gentle spittle sort of rain. Enough to get the mosquitoes a-dancin’. At the farm it rained on us a little bit, on and off throughout the day, keeping us cool as we weeded and planted, but nothing much happened in our region until later in the early evening. Finally everything got a nice little drink. Some plants, a little too much.
Right before it started raining at home, I got to harvest a few things around the yard. It is not exactly a feast but it all was good. The basil went in salad and on grilled cheese. Raspberries in smoothie. (I now have to fight the birds and daddy long legs for what’s left of the fruit.) Green onion in salad. Kohlrabi, still waiting to be eaten.
2. Back on the farm, I watched the kittens frolick at lunch. This is one of my favorites. I hear him (her?) get referred to, not exactly imaginatively, as Blackie.
3. Here is what happens when you are bitten by a mosquito as you try to take a picture. You become an abstract expressionist.
4. You know, these guys only began to bloom a few days ago. And already there’s a little pea pod. I’m very excited for these peas.
5. Here’s a less successful rendering of peas. I sowed these later. The soil here is so wet, and rain drips off the shop’s roof and creates deep, muddy depressions. I didn’t realize how poorly-drained it was when I dug up this little area — a lot of the things I have tried to grow here are not germinating, maybe rotting before they can even get started.
6. A little droplet gathered on a nasturtium leaf.
7. In the late evening it cleared, and we were treated to another nice sunset.