Have picked about 4 cups of Chocolate Cherry Tomatoes in the last few days. That’s on top of the 8? cups picked before this week. More are on the way, in varying stages of maturing and ripeness.
So good simply popped in my mouth – not all make it inside – in salads, baked in a little olive oil with garlic, rosemary, and pepper.
Yum.
We spent time shelling beans on a delightful November afternoon. Not much yield by volume – perhaps two cups – and certainly not enough to be self sufficient. Yet, we grew them.
A honeybee harvests pollen from a Fall Aster.
This strawberry was almost ready to pick.
As we neared the end of this years commercial tomato harvest, one of the last untouched tomato fields was opened up by this combination of a tractor/harvester (harvester obscured) and tractor/dump wagon combination.
A honeybee harvests what nectar is available from a sunflower bloom.
Wagon loads of wheat straw are hauled to storage.
Rounds of wheat straw await the tractor and flatbed trailer.
On a hazy and very hot morning, winter wheat awaits the combine.
Beyond a bare already harvested soybean field, a combine chews its way through another soybean crop.
Living and working in a rural area has its advantages and drawbacks, as does living anywhere. I count as an advantage – a blessing – seeing this clear evidence of the changing seasons, of seeing where food comes from, of who harvests it and how.
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