This is the edge of the plowed field, called the "dead furrow" because it is empty of soil. A newly plowed field is a beautiful thing; like a frozen ocean of small waves. The dead furrow is like the mysterious place in the middle of the ocean where all waves must come from.

The bees are doing well-- finally. It is the way the rest of the farm has been this summer: The rain made them hungry and grouchy. Even if they did like to fly in the wet weather, they would not have found too much blossoming. Now we have had some bright dry days and they are trying to make up for June and July.
This is a picture of about a dozen worker bees and in the middle: a big drone bee. He will be kicked out of the hive in the next few weeks. He has been free-loading off the hard working females all summer and now, as cold weather approaches, they will loose patience and he'll get the boot. You can see these large honeybees lolly-gagging around the farm. They don't sting, so you can actually handle them without getting zapped. Maybe you have a spare couch in your house or apartment where they can hang out this winter...
The harvest:
Lettuce
celery
fennel
parsley
tomatoes
potatoes
cucumbers
leeks
carrots
chard
green peppers
broccoli
The chicken harvest with herbs, veggies. Two gallons of stock in our freezer. Who wants to come over this winter for some chicken soup?
One last thing: A mist-made rainbow. Early in the morning during the lettuce harvest. I've never seen this, so I shamefully ran for the camera.
Blessings on the meal
John and Stacy
Blessings on the meal
John and Stacy
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