Yep, that's right, my birthday--I am now 42, and the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything (any other Douglas Adams fans out there??). I won't even pretend that we did anything special for my birthday. Aaron made his awesome pizza for dinner, topped off with a strawberry-blueberry-vodka smoothie. It was just what I wanted.
Not feeling too inspired tonight, so, I present to you, lots of pictures, and not many words. Most everything has been planted out (maybe just a few more lettuce plantings, and a few fall crops), so it feels like things are calming down a bit. Still have the regular weekly chores--like picking those damn Colorado potato beetles, larvae, and eggs off my potatoes so they don't devastate them (that's more like twice a week). Luckily, they are very slow, so I just knock them into a bucket of water and drown those suckers. That is the kind of death you deserve for attacking my potatoes. And because they are so distasteful, the chickens won't even eat them. Another regular chore is pruning the tomatoes, which I try to do on an overcast, cool day. Otherwise it's a sauna in there. But the tomatoes, basil, and cucumbers are loving it, so I guess it's worth it. The basil in the hoophouse is at least twice as big as the basil planted in the garden. We'll just say I planned that as a nice little experiment, and not that I did a poor job of estimating how much basil I could fit in the hoophouse.
Did you know that the part of the broccoli plant we eat is the flower? This is the first year ever I have attempted broccoli, and I'm learning about the tricky business of harvesting broccoli. Because it is a flower, you need to harvest it before the flower buds open--but you don't want to harvest it too soon, or you might lose out on some growth. As with everything this year, we'll see how it goes!