Suddenly, as in almost overnight, our grasshopper plague has ended! I hadn’t even noticed until Will mentioned it. No more clouds of grasshoppers flying up in front of us when we walk in the garden. And it hasn’t even frosted yet. Not that I’m complaining, you understand. I’ve been busy since the seminar, harvesting tomatoes and corn for seed. As the Blue Jays are still pestering the corn, we’re bringing it in a little early. Most of the kernels are still doughy, not dry as we’d like. But rather than lose it, we are bringing it in and tying it up in ropes, hanging them from hooks and nails all over the house and enclosed porch. We’re amazed at how nice the ears are of both the Bear Island Chippewa flour corn and the Seneca Sunrise sweet corn, despite the grasshoppers, birds, and drought. (Not to mention the heat!)
Our tomatoes, also, have more than survived. We’re hauling in batches of each variety so I can seed them out. It’s great, how many fat tomatoes are on nearly all of the vines and how well they’re ripening. I just did Amos Coli Paste and Amish Gold Slicer. Both were nice and large and tasted so great. Bacon and tomato sandwiches anyone? We make them, heavy on the tomato — yum.
Yesterday, Will and his friend Darryl combined Will’s oat crop. Following the combine, Will baled up the straw with the square baler, both for mulch and for sale. By then it was nearly dark. I went home to make supper (9:30 PM) while Will hooked the pickup to the gravity box (a grain bin on wheels), which was full of oats. He made it about ¾ of a mile and the front axle of the trailer snapped. A quick call to Darryl and he came down the road with his Kubota, with a loader on the front. They managed to limp the gravity box off of the hardly-traveled, dead end road. Will got home for supper just in time to watch the weather on the 10 o’clock news. Whew. Today he’s picking up the square bales off the field (rain is forecast), then will try to pick up the front end of the gravity box with his big International’s 3-point hitch and drag it home like a fifth wheel trailer. We’ll see how that goes… — Jackie