I returned to the farm yesterday morning for a busman’s holiday of sorts, after meeting Gretta for breakfast and a recap of the latest farm news.
I looked to see if there was any sign of my fateful foray into the celeriac (a faint depression perhaps, or my outline discretely marked in yellow crime scene tape), but the plants seemed fine. Mehitabel (the tractor) was standing idle nearby, looking benign.
The thing that caught my eye as I walked around was the watermelons -- specifically, the different patterns in their skin. Probably not what comes to mind when most people think of watermelons, but quite a wonderful visual treat.
Oh, and speaking of treats: my compliments (and thanks!) to Amy’s mom, Jeanne Wagenfeld for sharing her recipe for Zucchini Bread, which I came across in the barn. It's a winner.