It’s 7 AM…

Do you know where YOUR zucchini flowers are?

20110815-071414.jpgRest assured, they are being harvested.  By me.  At 7 AM.   Continue reading

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This little piggy…

Oink.

Went all the way to my belly.  Summertime is for BBQ’s.  For farmers, summertime is for potlucks and pig roasts.  Stay cool, stay classy farm friends.

Welcome To My Office

After working 14 hours straight, this is the best part of my day…sipping on something ice cold and watching the sun set over the farm.  Just in time to do it all over again tomorrow.  We in the office baby

Closing time at the office

State of the Farmer’s Union

Mr. Speaker, Mr. Vice President, members of Congress, distinguished guests, and fellow Americans:

Tonight I want to congratulate the reunification of Farmer Scott and Blogger Scott.  As many of you may well know, it has been 44 days since we have had a joint session of Congress.  During this break, Farmer Scott and Blogger Scott (abbr. FS and BS) have been debating hotly contested topics such as fiscal deficits, which meals to cook for dinner, and how many hours of beauty sleep the Constitution allows for. Continue reading

It’s On.

Oh yes.  The big moment has arrived.  I’ll give you a hint…begins with Straw ends in berry.  Still can’t guess it?  Strawberries!

Berries by the handful. Three for me, one for you.

It’s strawberry season on the farm and that means a couple of things.  Strawberry shortcake, strawberry bellinis, strawberry vodka, strawberry crepes, strawberry cheesecake, strawberries and cream, strawberries and sugar, strawberry smoothies, strawberry jam, strawberry muffins, strawberry ice cream, strawberry daiquiris, strawberry salad, strawberry jello, strawberry rhubarb pie, strawberries, strawberries, strawberries!  I have a mild obsession, nothing dangerous though…

A Man of Many Hats

I wear all kinds of hats (except fedoras).  On any given day, I’ll wear the boyfriend, son, brother, friend, comedian, landscaper, (m)athlete, visionary, and future George Clooney hat.  My favorite hat to wear, however, is the farmer hat.

What a difference a year makes

This is a side by side of last years hat versus the 2011 edition.  Sun-bleached and sweat/engine oil stained versus brand spankin’ new.  The farm owner’s father gave this hat to me off of the top of his own head.  Respect.

I plan on doing this hat a solid and wearing it in for another season.  It’s after Memorial Day, full gas until the end of September!

It’s like Raaaiiiiinnnnnnn…

Rain, rain, go away. I've been wearing these a lot lately...

No, it’s not like rain on your wedding day (thanks for the most non/unironic song ever Alanis Morissette).  It is, however, like rain– all day, every day, any day.

This time last year, the farm was bursting with kale, collards, spinach, arugula, mucho asparagus, and lettuce.  You name it, we had it.  This year, the weather just hasn’t been on our side, the Farmers Almanac has committed multiple acts of perjury (no it isn’t 75 degrees and sunny), and the plants have surprisingly not taken well to the wet and cold weather.  Part of being a farmer is weathering the weather.

Despite Mother Nature’s best attempts to foil us farmers, however, tomatoes, eggplant, peppers, sunflowers, potatoes, cucumbers, beans, peas, flowers, zucchini, squash, and honky melons are already in the ground.  We are weathering the storm here on the farm, but let’s hope for a strong summer and fall.