Amazing to look at these photos as I choose them for posting, only two months ago and yet a world away. Here I sit at the computer near the woodstove, listening to the first rain in nearly four months wash away the summer’s filth off the valley. Fall has arrived in the last two weeks, first with a surprising and chilling low 20s frost, indicated by the whirring frost fans in the neighboring vineyard, and then with the wind and blowing dust, cool mornings and incoming clouds. And now, finally, the PNW wetness that I know so well. And, I will admit, have missed especially this year.
But more on the closing of the season later–for now we shall revel in images of the dog days of summer. Long light, tired muscles, and frequent visits to Yellow Hawk Creek. Harvest, harvest, harvest, a little plowing, a little cover cropping, and some vacation time, thankfully. And lest I not forget, summer satisfaction from our saviors in sweetness, the fine folks at the Colville Street Patisserie.
All these photos are from August, a far cry from what I see outside my window, but not long ago. Many of these photos are by Leila, who spent a few weeks here at WTF, joining the harvest crew during the day and baking us madeleines and croissants in the afternoon. Luckily for my dad, who said he’s tired of looking at photos of horse butt. She takes better photos anyway.
Great photos with or without horse butts. I tell you Chandler, I’m feeling like a lazy old man when I see these harvest-time photos. Great food doesn’t just happen, does it? And your photos share the reality of the sweat it takes to grow so much goodness. Gorgeous produce!
That IS a straight row, C. Nice work.
A little undulation never hurt anyone anyway…