
I’m still clinging to the hot season. I spent much of the long weekend in sundresses and sandals, soaked up hot rays, and let the warm lake water engulf my skin during long swims with friends and family.
We’re still hanging laundry to dry, still swimming at Guelph Lake, still slapping on sunscreen, and still barbequing. Summer made us wait this year, and now we’re milking her for all she’s got left.
This summer has been an education for me. Among the highlights of my fledgling farmer lessons:
:: blowback - (this is not what you are thinking) a waft of stinky garbage blowing back into one’s face when they squash garbage to accommodate Wellington County’s pay-as-you-throw garbage collection system

:: 8PM dew threshold - the precise time of day when the dew and cooling air turns warm dry laundry hanging on the line into damp masses, rendering all energy saving efforts obsolete
:: overwhelming nausea - what one experiences in the middle of the night when a skunk sprays beneath their bedroom
:: farm auction - a rural social where farmers throw on their ball caps and wellies, catch up with their neighbours, mull around salable items munching burgers and chips, and go home with things they don’t need (or claim that they’ve been instructed to come home empty handed)
:: thinning and scape snipping - the necessary practice if one wants garlic to actually form into generous sized bulbs

:: siesta - a mid-afternoon break from the heat enjoyed by farmers and farm cats alike. Best taken under a favourite tree with the local pages, Monocle, The Walrus, and a tall glass of home-made iced green tea
:: chocolate zucchini cake - the sinfully salubrious answer to a zucchini bumper crop
:: canker sore - a signal to stop baking chocolate zucchini cake and start cooking healthy zucchini-based meals
:: 1 year - the time required to compost manure for one’s garden

:: confidence - necessary trait for achieving success, regardless of the task
:: Aberfoyle Antique Market - outdoor maze of antique vendors who spin dreams into reality
:: ubiquitous - crickets’ song. They go day in, day out in the country
:: “Wow guys! Do your parent’s know what you’re doing?!” - what a shocked realtor proclaims upon entering a demolition site overseen by amateurs
What were the highlights of your summer? Are you still soaking it up?
Top photo and frog hunting/gathering photos courtesy of Ewan Ross.