They* say, 'be careful what you wish for'. (* they being my mom) Whelp, last week I was wishing I could be done harvesting so I could have more time to catch up on making wreaths, flower barrettes, prepping seed packets, and working on the newly designed flower crowns and all the weather goddesses granted that wish.
The frost was heavy and long-lasting so only the bravest few flowers survived, like the carnations and pansies. So this may be the last week to get those mixed market bouquets of fresh flowers and salad mix!
But it does mean that all those dried flowers and saved seeds can finally get the attention they deserve!
Plus, I can get a jump on prepping beds for next year and have a bit more time to get those high tunnels up that have been waiting around all summer!
When some things (like a slightly early deep freeze) are out of your hands, you do what you can to prepare and find the silver, frosty lining!
Being a former geologist who focused on permafrost and glaciers, I have a peculiar love and appreciation for frost and ice crystals in any form at any time!
The sunflowers are done and dusted.
right: before full defrost. Left: the crispy freeze dried remains.
The cold (but not too cold) room holds the remaining fresh flowers of the season from this last weeks harvests and a hurried one the night before the forst came.
What's available this week?
I'm Farmer Megan with a life full of cackles, clucks, quacks, weeds, crazy kitten, and one tiny, senior, blind dog.