Another busy weekend of pulling stuff out of the ground. More tomatoes were plucked and turned into sauce, more potatoes came out, and the onions, both red and white, are drying on the porch. And the big one is the beets. I don't even like beets that much, but it was a very satisfying feeling to pull these out of the ground.
That's a full tub of beets out of an eight-foot patch of garden space. We don't eat a lot of beets, so these will last us quite a while.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the process, Honeybunny has been doing an incredible amount of prepping and storing vegetables. We've got bags and bags of frozen carrots, beans, and other assorted goodies down in the freezers. Not all of it came from our garden; we're getting stuff from a nearby greenhouse as well. They provide us with the produce, she preps it and stores it, and we keep half for ourselves while bringing the rest back to the greenhouse people. We've gotten cucumbers, basil, more carrots, and a bunch of other veggies as well. We'll be eating decently for quite a while now.
I really need to get back to writing about writing, but the farm is taking up a lot of time right now; even on days off, it's work, work, work. And strangely enough, it's very, very satisfying.
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