Spelled r-o-o-f, pronounced [ruhf]

New for the CSA shares this week are bulb onions, cucumbers, and tomatoes. Hot off the vines. It must really be summer now, things are getting juicy.

The last of the plywood is up on the greenhouse roof and over the chicken coop. This upper section of roofing will get a tin shed sheeting over it, while the lower section of the roof will be polycarbonate, greenhouse window material. Having the roof split this way should help regulate temperature in the greenhouse. In the summer, when the sun is high in the sky, the light coming through the lower, polycarbonate greenhouse roof section should hit the floor of the greenhouse, but the back wall will be shaded by the upper section of roof. In the winter time, when the sun is low in the sky, light will shine in through the south wall and the lower section of the roof and hit the back wall. The wall will be a thick mass of cob (think adobe), which will serve as a heat sink and hopefully help keep things warmer during those short days/long nights. The straw bales in the north wall will serve as insulation. That’s the plan at any rate. If Jeremy grows a greenhouse like he grows lettuce: it will all come together wonderfully, especially with his father’s Mr. Miyagi insight, council, and skill. 

Here is a photo of the CSA share this week. And the newsletter is posted online here. It’s a hit. Featuring Cycle Farm adventures and anecdotes, including the Sad Story of the Hubbard Squash, How We Grow, and DIY Cucumber Fresca. Original illustrations. Free.

The sun has set and nearly all is well on the farm. Jeremy and his father have just now climbed down off the new greenhouse roof, [ruhf]. The chickens are all tucked up on roosts in their tractors, bellies full of Crow Peak’s porter spent grain. Two good farm dogs are passed out. I finished the CSA newsletter, but broke the camera (or maybe just the memory card?). It seems completely done for. This is almost as disappointing as the deer getting that gorgeous Blue Hubbard squash …but certainly not so disappointing as losing all the just-ripe grapes to the birds this past week; or hearing the kid stocking cantaloupes at the grocery store yesterday tell me that the Locally Grown signs are “just a marketing thing”, the produce actually “probably comes from Arizona or Colorado or someplace”; or having to bid farewell to the best little predator a farm could ask for: sweet, rabbit-eating, black cat Hogan. Ah well, camera schmamera – not such a let down after all. Whew.

Oh HEY! Everybody get ready! We’re having BREAKFAST IN BED at the farm. A weeding party: breakfast in the vegetable beds. We have lots of weeds, we need your help, and IT’S A PARTY! We’re getting smarter these days, in order to beat the heat we’re going to tackle the weeds early. This Saturday, August 11th, 7-11AM. We’ll provide coffee, tea, juice and delicious breakfast treats. (You don’t want to miss Jeremy’s coffee cake. So good.) If you’d like to bring snacks to share, please do! Bring your family. Bring your friends. Bring a date. There’s no fun like weeding. Especially when sharing time with friends and being serenaded by the sweet songs of a tractor full of young roosters and Jeremy on a zucchini flute. When was the last time you had breakfast in bed?  Hope to see you Saturday, give us a call if you have questions.

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