My friend made a facebook post the other day. She said “if you really want to help a farmer, leave your car windows open.”
It must have worked, because since then we have had two nice big rains.
My own version of that is that whenever I spend significant time or money on irrigation, it rains the next day. I worked over the past weekend setting up drip tape and a new low-pressure sprinkler on the garden. Then it rained! Woohoo!
Picture of a cover crop coming up under cloudy skies
Swallowtail butterfly. In our greenhouse.
We got straw delivered this week. We had 13 elementary-aged children to help unload.
The children did a wool-dyeing project, using kool-aid!
In the prairie restoration zone. Yellow coneflower.
Last Sunday two of our alumni visited and helped out. They did some painting!
More spiral zucchini flowers
There is corn smut in the popcorn patch. If you catch it young, this is supposed to be good eating.
The bees are stacked with supers. 11 boxes!
Some magnificent clouds this week
Peak season for prickly-ash berries. These are the only citrus plant that grows native to Wisconsin. It is also called toothache tree because your mouth goes numb if you chew on them.
Ben, our summer garden intern. Outstanding in his field of broccoli family crops.
The swallows are starting to gather before they head out for the season. they are one of the first to leave because they have so far to fly.
Butternut squash. Full size but not mature yet.
Saprphytic plant in the forest. I think it is called ghost pipe.
Precious loved all the attention from the children this week.
I worked the polls on Tuesday. I wish all polling places could be as pleasant as little New Haven Township. We had a friendly bet going how many voters we would get. I guessed 105 (out of 405 registered voters) and we got 106! I win! Okay. It is only bragging rights, but it is something. Wisconsin is about to get HOT for electioneering.
In writing news, I entered a Vocal Media contest with my first sci-fi story. Very exciting.
We also chose the September book for the RAWBC: Grievers by adrienne maree brown.
To live in a world of peace and justice we must imagine it first. For this, we need artists and writers. I write to reach for the edges of what is possible.
