On the farm by Glenn Ells
Leta and I have just moved into our humble cottage at Baxter’s Harbour. When the ragweed pollen rides the airwaves in the Valley, Leta has a severe reaction, so we head for the Bay of Fundy shore.
The temptation to stay here until frost kills the ragweed pollen is great, but we seem to be committed to many things that pull us back to Sheffield Mills and the farm. Leta will stay here tomorrow and try to cut down the consumption of tissue while I return to the farm and the wood splitter.
Most of the wood I’m working on is beech that had grown up on an old terraced orchard site. For some reason, the canker that has spoiled the look of most of the beech trees I’ve seen in the woods over the years did not find the little stand of trees near our home. We have been cutting them for fuel wood and plan to plant grapes on the site. We can always hope that the many diseases and insects that we have been reading about won’t find our little sheltered site and the grapes will grow as well as the beech trees did. There is a lot of hope in the farming business; we depend on hope when there is financial stress.
Thanks to Vermeulen Farms in B.C. (back of Canning), there are now available strawberries that are big and red and look like those imported offerings from the U.S.A. There is one important difference – the Rabbit Square berries actually taste like strawberries should. Andy and Ben made a huge investment in their system of production and hoped it would work. It will take a lot of berries to recoup the investment, but it looks like a great start.
It is getting hard to find Leta’s granola at breakfast time after I get through covering it with local berries and fruit, but what a wonderful problem. My blackberry patch is giving me a pint every second day and the Portia apples are just right for eating now. Add Andy’s strawberries and Earl and Bobby’s blueberries and the fruit groups are well represented – and are from local services, too, which makes breakfast more of a celebration than a routine meal.