The recent view from my office window

This was Monday’s view from my office window. We’re putting in some new paving for parking. Strawberries just beyond the corral full of flowers on the far side of the equipment. Rhubarb to the immediate left of the berries. Lettuces, carrots, beets, snap peas, snow peas and radishes to the upper right of the berries. Beyond them is a long, narrow patch of corn which has just come in. Very sweet. Unless you’re a fan of starch, you need to eat corn as closely as possible to the time of harvest. The sugars inside of corn start converting into starch as soon as the ear is picked. Starch is a sugar too, of course, but it makes the ear taste different. Best scenario? Grow your own.

What’s in your day today?

Mine contains: tax association meeting (I’m on the board), pie-baking (apple, ollalie, etc), annual industrial wastewater permit application, chasing down a chlorination system for a community water hookup, trying to finish writing a column for our new local newspaper (I’m going to fail miserably on this one), figure out what needs to be done to get some phone/data lines into a facility, conferencing on an app design project… I think I’ve forgotten five or six other things. Oh, yes. It’s my turn to close our organic farmstand as well.

Stay busy. It’ll keep your heart beating.

The view from my office window

This is the view from my office window. Second story, looking southwest. The line of trees hides the river, an upside down river full of quicksand, willows and small encampments of hippies who got lost there in the 60s. The fields visible to the right of the road are planted with strawberries, as well as herbs, flowers and rhubarb. The vegetable plots are further to the right, though not in view.

Anyway, this is my typical view as I sit and consider how to conquer the galaxy or, at the very least, think up new pie recipes and stories.

Farm Well

This, folks, is a well on a farm. I took the photo crouching down and focusing across the pipe leading away from the pump. These go down about 600 feet or so and usually pump about 1000 to 1500 gallons a minute. There are several aquifers in this valley here, and that’s one of the reasons why Salinas is called the Salad Bowl of the country. We farm, you eat. The next time you buy a bag of salad in the supermarket, remember this well.