“I’m home on a 24 hour visit, halfway through my writing residency at the Blue Mountain Center. The residency is heavenly but I have missed family and farm. I watched the leaves turning and falling around Blue Mountain Lake and knew that harvest must be in full swing. And so it has been.
Mark, Scott and Luke tested out a new potato digger this week. Mark borrowed it from Golden Russet Farm across the lake in Vermont. It is larger than our old one, and bounces the dirt off of the potatoes with a different sort of tine, and also has a swiper on it that combs the weeds off to the side of the windrow, which makes it easier to pick up the potatoes. It took four strong horses to pull it, and it was still good heavy work for all of them. Now the potatoes – thirteen tons! – are in, waiting to be sorted and cleaned for storage, and the digger has gone over to Reber Rock Farm so that they can get their harvest in.
The frost that touched us the night before I left two weeks ago was as light as a frost can be, and patchy, and we’ve had no more since then. Some of the eggplant leaves were burned by it, and some of the leaves of the spent sweet corn, but the grasses are still green in the pastures, the flowers are still bright, and best of all, the raspberries are still fat and sweet. Come pick all you want, members, anytime…” Continue reading this Essex Farm Note.