Time

The less time you have the more it becomes worth, and the older you get the faster it goes.

This weeks' happenings were mostly good to very good. 
Did have the field day, well attendeded and well received.   Odds and ends topics were haphazzardly discussed: the chicks, berries, tunnel, weeding tools, the new cooler unit, no till in vetch. and other pebbles.  
I've been at this gardening thing for a couple of years now of which I became acutely aware when we were looking at a field of hairy vetch that Nathan had just mowed down.  Hairy vetch  (Dutch: zwikke) is a very viney leguminous plant with petty purple flowers that forms a dense mat of dead vegetation when you mow it or crimp it at the right time.   General management (that would be me) decided to try a no tillage approach where we put transplants of cantaloupe straight into the mat with the hopes that the dead zwikke (english: vetch, but zwikke is such a much nicer word, especially in scrabble)  will prevent weeds from growing up. Because of the rains it is impossible to do any tractorring, just as well, so this was a 150 transplants hand job.  Senior management utilized this opportunity to practice supervisory skills.  

Anyway, someone asked me when I had planted this vetch, and I thought for a moment and it was actually in 1998! It just keeps coming back.  I love that!  You don't have to mow, plow, disk, harrow and plant, no this stuff just comes back freely every year.  Do nothing gardening to the max. 
By the way why did the watermelon get married?  Because he cantaloupe.  And, yes, it was encouraging that I was able to share some of my knowledge, as it was nice to ask people for their opions and pry them for their knowledge.  (E.g. does it matter how small you cut your potatoes before planting?  No consensus reached, we'll wait and seed). 
Really exciting: Pablo is back in town, working with Justin, and it seems to an innocent bystander that they actually somehow enjoy working.  I tread lightly here, and hold my breath for a continuance, at their own schedule and their own task, but still, very cool. Justin is still on track to perform in the Nationals for berry picking, 300 more pounds to go, and Pablo has taking on the role of chief marketing executive and has gone to market twice and sold out on both occastions. The guy likes to sell.   In past years, the more excited I got about the intricacies of bolting cheap seed versus weed infested hybrid f1 spinach, the more Pablo would roll his eyes and play inunderstandable games on his phone.  At least now he asks what he can sell it for.  Capitalism to the rescue. 
Regarding them berries, there are some some, but right now they are getting harder to come by, at one point on Saturday I had 15 people picking in the field, so by the time Justin and friends got back at it, it had been pretty picked over and the per pound pick price had to go up.   Here too good news: the Haeffners, at the field day, who had a you pick berry patch for 10 years thought the plants looked real good.  Nice to hear since I don't  have a reference point as to what they should look like, partially because I didn't see them last year when they were hiding in the weeds.  But believe it or not, apparently they are relatively weed free this year.  
The eggs keep disappearing, St. L market temporarily put on hold because it is just nicer to sell locally (besides it is 13.173 cents more per dozen).  
After more rain the weather will now turn to a blistering heat for no particular reason and it will never rain again, "thy lord has no mercy".  But  the hell with that, I am looking forward to sleeping in that new working cooler, with 4 blankets in 44 degree room.  A coolbot and a big oversized airconditioner make for a inexpensive alternative to a 3 phase 220 volt condensor unit.  (Haha, like I have any idea what I just wrote). 
At any rate it works great, again, after I had impressed the boys by fearlessly attacking the fusebox with assorted screwdrivers in a heroic attempt to change a breaker that broke.  They shouldn't call them breakers, that is just dumb.  It was like one of those operating scenes in a movie where it seems that all surgeons take random tools and root around in an open body.
 
The folks from Yellowwood Farm are gracious enough to lend us some freezer space to keep strawberries till we got the mother loade.   I accidentally locked myself into their freezer without any lights for a minute or two, scary!  If it hadn't been so cold and someone elses freezer I might a pooped in my pants.    Also, did buy a freezer, one of them cheapskate second hand ones that worked 13 years ago.  Moved it, plugged it in, it makes a lovely zooming noise, but temperature wise: a turd, and a soft one at that.   Got  the money back, guy didn't want the freezer back, so now the kids want to make a smoker out of it.  (Not sure what kind of smoker they have in mind). 
Crop wise: more berries, sugarsnap peas, broccoli, new taters in the tunnel, green onions, flowers.Flunks so far: beets, carrots, lettuce,  radishes, and spinach, but really it could not be helped.  The weeds won the first battle, but the war is on.  I have called 1-800 BAD WEED!  Also, the chickens have taken care of any evidence of failed growing attempts. 
Some feathers to myself: I did get through my mother-departure depression without smoking (may just have quit this time), and I made those raised beds last fall that have really saved the day again.   So! there you have it. Nice Job Pieter, now time to go back to work.