I remember as a kid how my grandpa would play the lottery. Every Sunday night there was the 7 ball drawing live on TV, I think it was right before the weekly sports review. Grandpa would pull out his cigar box and write his seven numbers down. Than he would check off his numbers. And guess what he never won anything, or maybe he did, depends how you look at it. My analogy is that I cashed in my 401 k and am now playing in the stock market. Every day it goes down I feel I won.
This ya here weather is something, I don't really have a favorite season, it all has its' charms, but the last week of September, first week of October is perfect. And I mean Perfect, 80.3 degrees, bright blue sky, leaves turning, warm in the evening, just chilly enough at night to pull the covers a little higher. Did get the stove hooked up the other night, Vincent assessed the situation and was thoroughly underimpressed with angulation of pipe, anchoring of said pipe and waftage in the house. Will monitor.
After the major strawberry battle of the bulge the last couple of weeks I have finally arrived in a little slower mode. Yesterday I had both tractors broke down in the field, but it was a minor glitch. Something about fuel levels and batteries I think. So due to this butifoel weather I had to re-install the drip-tape I had prematurely jacked out. It is quite a haul if you try to move those main lines when the water is flowing, think of a fire hose full of water, but luckily it leaked so it didn't take too long. Got the hole fixed too.
Got me some wheat planted, covercrops to the rescue, and drilled some Austrian winter peas. Maybe too late, but if it doesn't come up now it may just come up in the spring. There were all kinds of rotation plans and thoughts on what goes where, but in the end it is just a throw of the dice. Will monitor too.
Getting the sides on the high tunnel back in place, the cherry tomatoes are getting a second wind, and are turning red again, and there are plenty of them, have to get the side panels up on the tunnel too. There is plenty of eggplant that can go a little longer, a pile of peppers and maybe those big green tomatoes will turn to a nice reddish mushy contraption yet. The kale is finally succumbing to whatever beetle is having a hay day with it, as evidenced by all the beetle turds and disappearing leaves. Found I can grow great chard, but who the hell but me likes chard? Got the walk-in cooler put together with some serious input from Karen. The last couple of panels are a little off as was the last bit of wine. But there is now a gleaming 8 by 8 by 15 box of aluminium prominently displayed on a concrete slab that needs a roof over it yet.
Well the dogs went to the vet to get fixed. "But really I am not broken Pieter". But yes, really Dekker, no homping of your sister.
Projects galore, on with it!
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Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .