Get Up Jake

Full sun. Temperature in the 90Fs.

Right to it. No need for irrigation today after the rains last night. Helped Rhode Island and NYU pack up the van to take the boss's daughter to market-- then we got new marching orders.

The boss sent me and Stretch across the lower fields to join Bah and Old Rudolpho's crew. We picked raspberries straight through till lunch.


After lunch I headed down to check on the greenhouse. I've been wary of over-watering the seedlings-- some have been looking a tad weak. Talking to the foreman, we realized that I've been forgetting to spray liquid fertilizer (needs to be done once a week or so). Filled up the attachment and sprayed down all the plants strong enough to handle the dose-- then heavily watered all the trays to help the fertilizer really seep in. We were running low on spinach this week, so I helped the boys bunch up a dozen crates worth ordered from the boss's friend. NYU was CSA king again, so we helped him put the produce wagons in order.

Stretch and I were sent off to help Bah finish the raspberry rows from the morning. A few hours of picking later-- we sifted the berries into the pint containers with Old Rudolpho's daughter-in-laws. Headed back to the farm store and gave NYU a hand keeping up with the CSA. The boss took me and Stretch up to the hilltop fields for some more veggie cutting-- rest of the arugula/bok choi/rabe. We sliced along the rest of the day-- finishing right before close.

The boss picked us up and handed us our paychecks-- I got a raise! A shipment of new cardboard boxes arrived, so I dragged the box bundles into the barn while Stretch washed and packed our catch into the cooler. Another day done.


I've hit a strange funk posting today. I think its from writing about all the past weeks worth of messing around with the boys-- some things that happen in the fields might do well to stay there. A person will do/say anything to break up several hours worth of staring at dirt, a knife and their own hands. I dunno, maybe farms aren't as sanitized as they appear in the seed catalogs. Things happen, then I write whatever it was down. I need a brain cleanse-- on with the weekend already.
But all the same,


See ya tomorrow.