Today marks the last of the luscious melons that endowed our fields this season. They represent a large variety of sizes- all unique and beautiful in their dimensions and flavor. Costumers wouldn't seize to touch, squeeze and even put their ears up to them- especially the Crimson Sweets, but that is not to say that the other varieties also received their share of unwanted fondling.
The 9 inches of rain we received in the past 4 days has given birth to a public health crisis for our cucumbers, squash and melons- powdery mildew. Our veggies have entered a fungal brothel of no return. Their leaves risk being left white, brittle and crumbly and their fruit limp and deteroriating. If only a prophylactic campaign could save them!
It takes the right sort of conditions to get broccoli to head up. These lovely heads have reached their full climatic potential. We planted them at the right time, nurtured them with nutritious soil and plenty of water and allowed them leap out of their stem only when they were ready to blossom. One must not apply pressure or they my bolt prematurely. Yum!
In the coming weeks we plan to post many photos of potatoes being ripped from the ground, slathered in dirt and laid out naked in their natural state for all potato lovers to admire. We hope these lascivious images of dirty spuds laid upon one another does not provoke an outcry and offer pre-emptive apologies for those sickened by the filth of potatoes exiting the earth.
We started harvesting the first of our spring onions- lots more to come. Fresh onions are profoundly better than those 4 month old storage onions found in the typical grocery store. They scream flavor as soon as you cut into them and they open tear glands better than Oprah- and with so much to cry about- why not.
Beneath the spring onion are our large green kohlrabis. They are under appreciated, though great for grilling and frying. If you have no intention of eating them they are perfect for bowling and can be used for self-defense if the greens are left on. Nothing yells scary like an angry middle aged man walking out of a white windowless van with a 4 lb kohlrabi hanging from his knuckles like numchucks ready for hand to kohlrabi combat.