Kohlrabi (these guys taste best when the skin is peeled... they are delicious on the grill)
Sugar Snap Peas
Salad Turnips (these are best raw but do cook up nicely... super mild)
July is one of my favorite times at the farm. The berry harvest is just about finished and the peony harvest has ended. Although those are 2 of my favorite crops, I feel like the energy of them is manic. By July, we have settled into a nice routine. The interns know their way around the farm. All the baby animals are their most adorable in July. This year, the kittens that Flora is fostering from the Brunswick Animal Shelter are stealing the show. All I want to do is take photos of flowers and kittens. It's like some sick inspirational poster taped to the drop ceiling at the gynecologist or dentist office... "Hang in There..." the July farm motto. I'm contemplating creating a whole line of them to hang around the farm this summer. The kittens, for those who might be interested, are all available for adoption, as is their lovely momma.
In July, the days never end, they just blur one into the other. We harvest, plant, weed, kill bugs, water, make deliveries, eat, fall in to bed and then do it all over again the next day. At night or over eggs at breakfast, John and I plot our winter excursions. We dream about what's next. We are the best workers when we are incentive based. There is some talk about participating in the USAID Farmer to Farmer program. This morning, we plotted Ethiopia on the map. In winter, our dreams are all about new varieties, new techniques, and better management of our own operation. Summer days are spent attempting to execute these well laid plans. Dreams in summer... its all about "Hang in there..." and kittens and flowers. No time for dreams, this is reality time, Croqs on the ground time.
In the meantime, we are loving the sugar snap peas and all the fresh greens. The flowers are at the top of their game. And, if you are lucky enough to get to trellis tomatoes, you've sampled the first of the ripe sun gold cherry tomatoes. They are nothing short of spectacular.
Blessing on the meal-