We started harvest this week and that means we are heading for market in the big city. It will be a 3:55 a.m. Saturday wake-up.
I am looking forward to market but I am not looking forward to that mentally tired feeling that will now be added to the physically tired feeling from now on.
I hesitate to mention it, as I know there are people out there who work a lot harder than I do, but it is a topic that really should be covered somewhere in my farm story: sometimes my job tires me out.
For example, I totally over-did it today and the body is achingly tired. I ran the hand cultivator up and down the carrots, moved the irrigation twice, and ran from swarming honey bees: roughly a five-km run pushing something, several repeats of 20 foot pipe carrying and a wind sprint with fear attached. Plus all kinds of physical work in between that.
On the plus side the carrots look beautiful, potatoes are watered and the bees have done their “bee” thing, which we like. On the whining side, I am ready for bed and the sun might still be shining.
What I am going to do is carry on with whatever it is that I am doing and see if I can’t forget about it, which will allow me to do it all over again tomorrow.
Right. Writing an article about the farm.
Well I’ll tell you, the new puppy Toby is a handful. He got stung during the bee storm yesterday and one can only hope that it happened when he was doing something bad. Chances are good.
The first farm bee swarm happened very suddenly and was just a touch frightening. I looked up from my work and the air was quite thick with bees between where I was working and where I wanted to go. Toby was racing around yelping – he had a bee on his neck. I myself was chased from the scene and stung for the crime of curiosity.
The bees eventually clustered in a branch near to their old hive and waited for their new home scouts to come back with directions to the new hive. Jennie watched them all afternoon and then tried to track them to their new home but couldn’t keep up. She went into the hive to see if many were left and got stung right through her protective suite, which had to be quite disconcerting for her.
Bees swarm when their hives get too crowded – it is a normal bee thing to do. Sort of hard not to take it personally though when they take off mad and sting you on the way out.
A good place for a tired and cranky farmer with a bee sting is in the raspberries and sugar-snap peas, which are both ripe, joy. Jennie and I took refuge there and had a restorative feast.
I don’t do much preserving other than freezing and eating. I think Veronika and Jennie squirrel away pickles and dried cherries but I can’t be sure without ransacking their storeroom in January and I never remember to do that.
Ok. I am feeling quite a bit better now, and the sun is low over the mountain, which means it is definitely time to go to bed.
Anna Helmer adores fields of potatoes in flower.