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We just kept finding more squash in the field; We'd bring out a wagon, load up all four bins, and realize we needed to bring out four more. We even ran out of bins. So, Ellen repaired eight broken ones, and we were at it again. Then the forecast changed on Wednesday night and we knew we had to finish it up for real (squash hates frost)- so we hitched the fourth wagon of the week to the tractor, head to the field, loaded it with sugar pumpkins and butternut, tucked them safely in the greenhouse, and we were done. 39,240 lbs (30% more than last year) - not bad for three weeks in September.

The frost watch on Wednesday was very old-school, as we have now grown accustomed to the "new normal" where the first snap doesn't come til mid-October. This was like the old days (20 years ago) when Sept 20 was the day. And it was only the 18th. We knew what to do, though; Grab the last squash, cover the peppers and green beans, put on a sweatshirt, close the windows, get the down comforter and hit the pillow. The tomatoes and basil and other tender crops were already gone; it was time to get on with this already.

And get on we did. While the frost was minor, the air completely changed and so did the season. We loaded the cured onions out of the greenhouse and into dry, cool storage in the barn. Then we spread out the easily-damaged kabocha to cure on the tables. We tilled under the watermelons and onions and sowed a winter blanket of oats and red clover. We clipped the pumpkins and moved the bins in place for the big harvest today. We dug potatoes. We woke up 15 minutes later. We cut greens with red cold hands. We wore pants. We never broke a sweat. We ate warm curry. And looked upon the clearest blue sky and greenest kale as the leaves began to shimmer.

We hope you enjoy the harvest,

Your Farmer,
Dan
(for Karen, Abbe, Ellen, Ben, Marlee, and Will)