What a difference 16 degrees makes! Yesterday’s farming excursion was much easier and more enjoyable than last week’s outing. The temperature topped out at 80 degrees, and there was a wonderful breeze cooling us in the fields. I kept pace with everyone, including the seasoned farm hands, and didn’t cry once! All in all, a victory.
Yesterday’s chores were pretty varied. We started out weeding celeriac, then moved on to harvesting, trimming and packing the leeks. In case you’re curious, there are few things as nasty in texture and smell as a leek rotting in the ground. It has the consistency and texture of rotten yogurt – and is just as rancid. Encountering one is enough to make my stomach churn.
The hardest chore by far was walking through one of the cuke beds, pulling up the plastic and grip tape used to keep the weeds at bay. On second thought, rotting cucumbers do smell worse than rotting leeks, but their texture is nowhere near as unpleasant.
It’s a good thing I’m not squeamish, because the gross things I’m encountering with my hands in the ground are pretty slimy. I’ve sliced up worms, grubs, caterpillars and narrowly missed a face-off with a toad. My number one enemy is the dirt, though, which manages to work itself into nooks and crannies all over my body. TMI?
Self-portrait of my dirty shirt. Logically, there's no reason my shirt should have a speck of dirt on it. Same goes for the dirt I found in my ears.