I just pulled out my onion crop, late. I kept thinking they would do more, they might have one last fight in them. Sadly, I was mistaken. They were a fright. They were such a fright in fact that I won’t even post a picture, some no bigger than the day I planted them in the ground. What in the heck happened?! I’m so confused. Last year I had an epic crop, with little to no attention paid to them by me, or anybody else. I know you all remember the pictures. You’ve all been fastidious readers of this blog, keeping up on every detail. No? You dont’ recall off the top of your head? Hmm, let’s see. Here and here. Yeah, this crop looks nothing like that. See how those onion tops are HUGE. Well, these didn’t even reach a third of that height. Ughhh. I’m simply disgusted. Has anyone out there had a similar experience they would like to share with the rest of the class? Please leave a comment. And to the rest of you….well, try growing some onions so you have something to share too.
Tag Archives: onions
How I spent my 30th birthday
We started off by playing hookey from the Sunday farmer’s market, shhh. It was very nice to not have to get up early and schlep everything in the truck and schlep it all back, but it did feel like I was skipping school and quite possibly was going to receive a call from the principal. Paul did the honorable thing of making breakfast for all of the WWOOF’ers and the family, and we went to work on the farm (not me). We shared lunch as well, and McKenna surprised me with a cake and candles, then she took off for Arizona. THANK YOU MCKENNA! And everyone else for keeping the secret cake in the fridge a secret. After lunch Paul took the kids and I out to the “country” to visit Mark Cain who owns Dripping Springs Farm. Talk about one of the kingpin growers in this area! We had been invited out on several occasions, but those of you who glance in this blogs direction or share the same profession know that the farm never sleeps. But it was a special occasion, so we went. I wore my bathing suit, because I had heard of this epic swimming hole and I was ready to wash the 20’s out of my hair! This farm is off the beaten path, traveling for mile on nothing but dirt roads, did I mention epic? Mark was very nice, taking time to show us around and talk about all of his goings on, we’re such big farm nerds! I feel like I didn’t take enough pictures, but I have some to share, I hope Mark doesn’t mind.
Isaac was asking if he could have a pepper.
Mark picked Isaac a ripe one, purple mmmmm. I’m glad he did, because Isaac might have ripped half of the plant off.
Inside one of his hoop houses.
This is the outside of the structure.
A view from the inside corner.
Another hoop full of snapdragons!
Isaac kept thinking this whole process boring, and kept trying to drag me to the creek. I wanted to go badly too, but I also wanted to finish the rest of the tour. Don’t you realize where we are Isaac? This is Dripping Springs!!!
Onions drying upstairs in his barn.
Garlic curing downstairs in the barn.
There are no pictures of the creek. It didn’t occur to me to bring the camera, but for good reason. The creek/swimming hole was magic, heaven on earth, see to BELIEVE! So, you’ll just have to volunteer some time to gain access…and it’s totally worth it!