Monday morning rolled in with a splash. I got up wondering if training would go ahead. Heading towards the door I thought to check my email. Well, well, well, class cancelled. Immediately thoughts of line dancing, exercise class and lunch at the “Brick” was dancing in my head. Then the grown up part of me kicked in and decided to take the recommendation of the email and use those four hours to read. Into the office/living room I went, settled in with a notebook, the book and pen. Facing the front window, looking out at the rain I started to read. As I got to page 5 and 6, anger filled my gut. Finally, I know a little history of how grapes became seedless. That is one of my serious food pet peeves is seedless fruit.
Approximately at 9 a.m. the sounds of leaves rattling and birds chirping distracted my attention. I noticed doves and small tan birds digging in the leaves and the hummingbirds were zooming around, with the sun peaking through. I followed suit and sat in the yard reading until it started to rain again. Back to the book. I am reading “The one-straw Revolution” by Masonobu Fukuoka. Within the first few chapters, there were feelings of anger, intrigue, amazement, joy, and despair. I am encouraged to read more on this subject of natural farming, the history of farming, and why grapes and watermelon are seedless.
Wednesday, I learned about how some vegetables go to seed also known as bolting. The process starts when a vegetable such as a daikon radish, or beets decides it will longer concentrate on growing the root but instead produce seeds. The stalk starts to thicken and distance itself from the top of the root. It also starts to curve indicating it is time for a new purpose and direction. The bolting plant has edible and quite tasty stems to enjoy.
Friday morning we were greeted by a huge pile of steaming mulch. It looked very inviting, given how cold it was outside. Our nursery crew worked with Tyler to assemble a couple of large tables for the nursery. The work involved measuring, cutting, and attaching strips of wood to the frame. My job involved using an impact screwdriver. The screw had to go in at an angle and then drilled in. It looked simple but I had trouble. With the help of Traci and the encouragement from Anne, my task was completed. That’s one of the things I enjoy about the farm. It has constant movement with positive and focused goals. By the end of the morning, sweaters, jackets, scarfs, gloves, and knit hats were no longer needed. Thanks to the sun and good ole manual labor.