Away, of course.
Spring has become Summer and the tomatoes are rolling in, almost two dozen every day, so canning season has begun. This year's garden is almost entirely tomatoes, not much else made it, except the prolific strawberry crop we got from last year's new bed.
We let most of the main garden area go fallow this year, more out of my laziness than anything. We will end up getting a good seed crop of volunteer cornfield beans by Autumn, but nothing planned for food. The pantry is still well stocked with last year's crop.
The inbred pride of feral cats we, uh, feed, is on it's fifth or sixth generation now, and any day now we expect to see kittens with three eyes or extra rectums running around the yard. I'm hopeful, in a compassionate sort of way, for a feline plague that will bring the population under control.The chicks we purchased this spring are growing well, but the older, current layers in the flock have either gone on strike or are hiding their produce really well.
Other than cats, seems like the only thing this farm's producing in profusion this spring is weeds, and we've got a damned abundance of those. Bermuda grass is the spawn of the Devil.

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