When I started this blog, I subtitled it The Ups and Downs of Turning a Home Into A Homestead.
The last three days have been such a roller coast ride I'm a little sick to my stomach.
Saturday was all about harvesting: tomatoes, boysenberries, squash and chamomile flowers. A lot of the chamomile was from two extra plants I found in the yard as volunteers (definitely a high) and while I was sitting there cutting flowers off the volunteer by the hazel trees, I found this:
Our first hazelnuts! There are roughly six on the smallest of the new hazels I planted, and it's the only European in the group. This was also definitely a high.
Then Sunday after chores we went down to my friend Rae's to learn how to slaughter and butcher chickens, but more on that later. While we were down there, the conversation turned to sauerkraut. I mentioned that I have one cabbage, and when the weather turns cool this week, I planned to harvest it and turn it into sauerkraut. I've been keeping an eye on it this summer to make sure that it wasn't starting to bolt. I looked at it every day. It was the only cabbage plant I planted this year that grew as a normal cabbage. I saw it yesterday and it was a beautiful cabbage, and Tuesday was going to be its day. Today I got home from work and found this:
There's a good quarter of it missing, and I suspect a bird, because I've never seen anything of the insect or mollusk persuasion that can go through a cabbage quite that fast.
But this was definitely a low. Quite a low.
I'm all bummed and there are people in the world running from famine and war atrocities, and people on the east coast and in the midwest whose lives will never be the same again.
I guess I need some perspective here.