By Ben Harris for Telegraph
Apparently, I jumped the gun.
Last
week, I was waxing poetic about how safe and sound I feel with the
winter squash tucked away in the greenhouse. That was then the
greenhouse looked like this:
Now, it looks like this:
Tis
the season of abundance. The fall crops are in – in our case thousands
of pounds of winter squash, hundreds of pounds of potatoes and a modest
haul of onions. The fading summer crops briefly overlap with fall ones,
producing a goldmine of culinary possibility. Most Americans don’t
regard the availability of butternut squash and juicy tomatoes at the
same time as much of an achievement. But for the seasonal eater, this is
really a special moment.
Like all good things, this one won’t
last. Before the month is out, the last of those summer crops will be
spent and we’ll be in full-on fall mode, with cold hardy plants and
storage crops all that we have to draw on. Of course, this fills me with
all kinds of anxiety, a condition exacerbated last week when I went to
water in some seeds only to find the well had run dry.
I’m told
this has been an unusually dry summer in Connecticut. I wouldn’t know,
because before this season I never paid much attention to such things.
But I do know our beds are so parched right now it’s impossible even to
till them without watering them first – let alone seed radish or arugula
that need to be kept consistently wet for days until germination.
Problem is, there just isn’t any water.
Our well is shallow, just
17 feet deep, and as predicted by the well specialist I consulted in
the spring, it has run out. So we’re left with the house well — a much
larger reservoir but one we are allowed to use only about an hour a day.
We now have hoses run across 400 feet of pasture and use a spray nozzle
to water. It’s not a very sophisticated operation, and it hardly feels
abundant, but right now it’s all that stands between me and multiple
crop failures.
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