FARM GIRLS CORNER - The baby Boules

Hi there turnip lovers, its me Farm Girl and you know me by now. I help out around the Shed and Garden, and assist Uncle Mac when he needs it. Today I collaborated with him on a "Hay Stack Compression Test" apparently gathering valuable information to help us prepare for the Winter months. It seemed a lot like the other hay compression exercises we perform all year long, but I digress.

F.G. AS EVER WAS

The Boulle D'or or yellow turnip patch is developing nicely, as you might expect, since the sow date on  August 17.

LUSH, THICK GREENS

Little turnips have formed to the point that they will switch into over drive very shortly, and grow visibly almost by the day.

AIN'T HE CUTE?

But you are really here to check on Mr. Big, are you not? Well here he is. Mr. Big and his kin suffered a devastating attack of young caterpillars but sprays and hand picking seem to have got them all over the hump.

MR. BIG AT HOME

Sticking with his "inch a week" program Mr. Big is now 20" in circumference, which means we have a whole lot o' baga going on.

I'M READY FOR MY CLOSE UP NOW, FARM GIRL

This fine fat fellow has at least three weeks before a serious frost event should occur, so we don't expect to be inviting him for dinner anytime soon. In fact, we're thinking of keeping him hanging around until Thanksgiving, if things should work out that way.

I think we've gotten to the root of the matter for now, so until next week, thanks for stopping by!

SOMETHING HOT FROM THE PLOT!

HowwwwwwDEEEEEE! It's me! Aunt Agnes and Ah am as happy as a boar hawg in a pen fulla brood sows! We went out into the garden that Uncle Mac's Shed is the shed therefore, if you catch my drift, and WE all have a  SURPRISE for YEW! Woooo Hoooo! Can all Y'all guess what it is? Ah'll give yew a hint, its what's fer dinner! 

It's turnips!

Yummy turnips!

Yew can boil' em,

You can broil 'em,

'cause they's turnips!

Turn 'em into turnip-slaw,

Steam 'em in a pot!

Skewer 'em for shish - ka - bob,

Yew can eat 'em cold or hot!

They's turnips, yummy turnips!

They's hunnerts in the plot!








Shoot Ah'm so gosh dern excited Ah might just do a fandango right here and now! Here Ah go!

[ Uncle Mac's editorial note: There followed a mercifully brief interval wherein Agnes, a butt in one hand and a Lone Star in the other, a turnip clenched between her, uh, tooth broke into a kind of manic buck and wing. We had recorded this, but destroyed the only copy. There are some things one simply does not do to the readers.]   

Whew! Well now, gotta ketch ma breath...Ain't quite as young as I useta be...

WHO SAID "NEITHER ARE THE PYRAMIDS?"

Well anyway folks that's the latest gardening triumph here at the shed. Looks like peas and cabbage are right around the bend, we'll keep yew posted!