Dear readers,

Hubbard squashes from the gardens

Good morning! Alas, no new post this morning. I could blame it on the home-distilled peach moonshine a friend foisted on me at the end of a very long evening (Friday night). Or yesterday’s late night, at least for this farmer, playing the card game, The Mind, with a guest staying with us. But today, facing a full range of farm tasks to be carried out between rain showers leftover from Hurricane Delta, squeezing in a nap this afternoon, and fixing some crawfish etouffee this evening… a fresh blog post goes in search of an author.

Meanwhile, if our ground wasn’t too sodden, we would be planting our garlic today. Instead that will have to wait until later in the week. So we will load up some lumber that was cut on the sawmill and store it in the barn, do some weeding in the hoop-house, put some fresh bedding down for the pigs and the sheep, and otherwise trying to earn our keep and the right to take a nap.

I’ll talk with you next week,

Brian

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Reading this weekend: The Illustrated Herdwick Shepherd (J. Rebanks) and How to Think Like Shakespeare: lessons from a renaissance education (S. Newstok)