Tucking away the harvest
Rain drummed on the trailer roof Tuesday
morning. "Slow down," it urged. "Take the day to catch up inside."
Our kitchen had become a disaster zone of epic proportions in the rush
of harvest and honeymoon. Baskets and mesh bags of butternuts, sweet
potatoes, and pears spread out like a fungus across the floor while our
lone counter had become a dumping ground for a big bowl of ripening
peppers and tomatoes, crushed eggshells for next year's garden, and
much more. Seed heads were scattered hither, thither, and yon, waiting
to be dehulled, labelled, and stored away for spring, while the
mattress off the futon we moved outside to clear window space for our
citrus trees was engulfing half the room. I bought a bushel box of
Stayman apples from the back of a pickup truck last week, and those
were also tossed blithely on the floor in front of the sink.
Seven hours later, the rain was still drumming on the roof, but the
harvest was tucked away, the house much cleaner. (I sure am lucky to have a
handy boyfriend who's also a much better housekeeper than I am!) "Now sit down," said the wet
cat, who had fled the bustle into the rain. "It's time to purr in
a warm lap."
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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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