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Thursday, September 8, 2011

Knowing When to Harvest

A Day in the Life: September 8th

(Aged 14)
Wea.                                          TUE. SEPT. 8, 1896               Ther.

Went to school.  Rode my wheel.  Rollie went to school.  Went over to grandma’s after school to get some cucumbers.  Went on my wheel.
The last of our fairly delicious cucumbers.  You can see the garden is getting ready for the season to end.  I'm just waiting for my cooking pumpkins to finish ripening and R has harvested most of the tomatoes.  We stacked our face cord of wood yesterday getting ready for the colder months.


(Aged 16)
Wea.                                          THU. SEPT. 8, 1898               Ther.

Went to school.  Drove.  Alton Bunce rode up with me.  Iza Akley is up to his house.


(Aged 17)
Wea.                                           FRI. SEPT. 8, 1899               Ther.

NO ENTRY MADE


(Aged 18)
Wea.                                           SAT. SEPT. 8, 1900                 Ther.

Drew Shaw’s timbers home in the A.M.  In P.M. slept.  In eve went up to Ivory.  Pa is sick.


(Aged 19)
Wea.                                            SUN. SEPT. 8, 1901                Ther.

Stayed at home all day.  Turned the cows back of Jim’s.


(Aged 20)
Wea.                                             MON.  SEPT. 8, 1902             Ther.

Gail drew wood for himself in A.M.  In P.M. dug for silo.



(Aged 21)
Wea.                                              TUE.  SEPT. 8, 1903                  Ther.



NO ENTRY AGAIN UNTIL OCTOBER 10th




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Editor's Note: We had a good year in the garden but not a good as I wanted.  This time last year I already had cooked and pureed at least a dozen pumpkins, if not more.  I'm only getting about 5 this year and they still aren't ripe.  Richard had to save them from the vine borers.  He's good at that--injects something into the plant with a syringe.  All very mad scientist and efficient.  Our cantaloupe were good but we lost a few that fell before we caught them.  We tried watermelon for the first time and thought we had a ripe one--we did not but it still tasted nice.  We'll have to get good at spotting the ripeness on the vine.  The only thing worse than picking too soon is picking too late.  Poor Diana grew a pineapple in her front yard, it took years to fruit but fruit it did.  The very day she thought she should pick it a raccoon ate it. 

I hope all the other home farmers out there are having a good harvest.


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