Mike
and I loaded up the Dakota and headed to the farm yesterday (Tuesday, Aug.26)
intending to stay a few days, but the smoke from regional wildfires was so
dense that we immediately realized we should return to town. We agreed that calling a
neighbor for a smoke report could have saved us some effort, but on the other
hand, we had to see it for ourselves.
Westerly from the grove over N. field |
From grove toward Plank's |
Meanwhile,
since we were there, we watered, and the opportunity to do that was worth the
trip to me. The pond is low but Mike ascertained that the cistern still holds
plenty of water. The little apple tree, bare root stock planted in May, is
stressed. I'm not sure it will make it. The sweet cherry tree is still doing well. The pear tree is old and
struggling, but I picked a few pears which are now cooling in the fridge.
A few small tomatoes were ripe for picking. They’re quite small and the skins are tough but they
taste good. The summer squash had no ready fruit but are blooming and setting
on. Surprisingly, the ever-bearing strawberries are flourishing. I picked a cup
of ripe berries and there will be more. We had strawberry shortcake for supper
last night. (I know this is all sorta boring, but you just can't imagine how pleased I am that the garden survived my 2 1/2 week absence during the heat.)
Toward Little Canyon |
Mike
wanted to practice with his Remington 12-gauge pump, so I pulled clay pigeons
for him from the second story of the barn out over June’s field. Then we jumped
back in the pick-up and drove home through dense smoke on Russell Ridge.
Back
in town, the smoke has cleared in Critchfield gulch, though
haziness lingers. KW
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