Red Fire Farm
Dec. 3rd, 2008 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magidI'm wishing there were a farm share pick up today, like Wednesdays ought to have, so instead I offer photos from a visit to the farm back in June (June 18, to be precise).
The share includes some pick-your-own things, and the Boston folk can pick lots at once, since we're unlikely to make it out to Granby all that often. Happily,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theora offered to drive us (in a Prius; they take some getting used to, even as a passenger!). Once we got there, we picked peas. Eight pints of peas, to be precise.
This is a view of most of the farm buildings over the pea fields. There's a garage on the far left; that's a neighbor across the street.
Then we walked back to the strawberry fields (*pauses for ob Beatles moment*), which are back towards the trees, after the bend in the road.
We each picked ten quarts of strawberries. They're little ones, not the huge sort found in the supermarket, so it took a while. We picked and picked and picked, happy to breathe strawberry-scented air.
Once the work was done, we looked at the non-plant denizens of the farm.
Just past the strawberry fields were the beehives (live ones, as the sign so helpfully points out). Something about the prevalence of pink amused me.
In the shed by the pea fields, there were a few goats. One was a tired kid, napping on the windowsill.
The others were more alert.
And there were chickens! All sorts of different varieties. I'm wondering when I can order an egg share... (also, what kind of chicken that one at the top of the ramp is).
I liked how the black one was shadowing the white one.
The share includes some pick-your-own things, and the Boston folk can pick lots at once, since we're unlikely to make it out to Granby all that often. Happily,
theora offered to drive us (in a Prius; they take some getting used to, even as a passenger!). Once we got there, we picked peas. Eight pints of peas, to be precise. This is a view of most of the farm buildings over the pea fields. There's a garage on the far left; that's a neighbor across the street.
Then we walked back to the strawberry fields (*pauses for ob Beatles moment*), which are back towards the trees, after the bend in the road.
We each picked ten quarts of strawberries. They're little ones, not the huge sort found in the supermarket, so it took a while. We picked and picked and picked, happy to breathe strawberry-scented air.
Once the work was done, we looked at the non-plant denizens of the farm.
Just past the strawberry fields were the beehives (live ones, as the sign so helpfully points out). Something about the prevalence of pink amused me.
In the shed by the pea fields, there were a few goats. One was a tired kid, napping on the windowsill.
The others were more alert.
And there were chickens! All sorts of different varieties. I'm wondering when I can order an egg share... (also, what kind of chicken that one at the top of the ramp is).
I liked how the black one was shadowing the white one.