When the first hay fields go down, we know that summer is almost done... even if it's only June 20th. I know, that's way skewed, but rapid heat buildup combined with a few good thunderstorms dropping a couple inches of rain is the formula for the lush rampant growth of hay fields, gardens - and punks.
I swear, they've all grown at least two inches in the past few weeks... sunshine and dirt well-watered in a swimming pool, will do it everytime.
Anyway, our hay is done as of today. Just needs to be hauled to the barn.
The strawberries are Rubenesque and unable to hide their glory beneath the leaves any longer. Some voted for naked on a cookie sheet in the freezer, others are holding out for the jam pot.
Herbs donated from various gardens and foraged from our fields are making their way to my overflowing kitchen. Two dehyrators are now running 24/7,
while the popular "hang'em high" technique takes care of some of the bounty.
The counter top is becoming crowded with quart jars of herbs steeping in apple cider vinegar or basking in golden olive oil. More on those projects to come.Preserving the gifts of the land is an honor.
And with winter hovering in the wings, I'll be even more grateful.
The days are getting shorter, ya know.
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