This is why we cannot have tomatoes.

/ Jacobhouse / By

6/14/2020

(Above: It appears that I will need to take action if I’m to eat any homegrown tomatoes this summer.)

Active Summary: Today began with calisthenics, writing, and a beef herd inspection with Padre. Afterward, I returned to Jacobhouse where I wrote for almost two hours before deciding it was time to embark on a short journey to Harbison Farm Market. There, I commenced to procure the weekly produce along with some butter and cheese curds (the latter of which will likely be utilized in ratatouille). After returning home and putting the groceries away, it was almost time for lunch. Today’s noontime meal consisted of burger-steak, sautéed mushrooms, and a Padre-made / Madre-dressed garden & market salad.

  • Slacking on the job, I’d say…
  • Delicate (and succulent) pink flowers beginning to grow on the Malabar summer spinach.
  • Jewels of Opar beginning to show significant growth.

(7:26 PM Update:) Afternoon activities began with a bit of leisure time and a brief rest in the soft Jacobhouse high-bed. This was ensued by farm activities, including: sprinkling the cows’ feed with a 50-lb bag of salt*, cleaning out troughs, checking the beef pasture (feeding a new mother-Wagyu some grain as I did so), catching / treating a couple coughing calves, catching a cow that had a stick caught in between her hoof’s two claws (Padre removed it), and checking the beef pasture once again whereupon Padre and I witnessed the notable beefer #402 – known as minicow – give birth to a Wagyu embryo calf. It should be noted that amidst all these bovine-related activities, I tended to a Master Blend customer and Padre & myself filled 10 Moo-Magic bags. 

On returning to Jacobhouse I took care of a few random tasks, one of which included the removal/planting of a pecan tree that was beginning to grow beneath my home. Next, I ventured indoors where I prepared dough and ingredients for a pan pizza, tended to Master Blend correspondence, and am now finishing this container log as dinner cooks in the oven.

  • Jacobhouse porch on a typical afternoon.
  • But wait, what’s this?
  • I don’t think that belongs there.
  • A pecan sapling carefully removed from the parched sand beneath Jacobhouse and planted in a vessel filled with moist, fertile soil.

Final Note: All I have left for the evening is pizza, a sorghum beer, and leisure time. Pictures shall be posted on tomorrow’s entry. In that regard, here are last night’s images of delectable dessert.

Cherry ice-cream topped with homemade chocolate-covered walnuts.

*I participate in this activity quite often but have never mentioned it. This seems like a fact that might be appreciated in the future.