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First fruits: ordinary garlic when planted; elephant garlic now. Our first squash yesterday. And three gorgeous gourds, some cucumbers, and some beans brought in trade by one of Wings's oldest friends. This year? Every bulb, every leaf, every fruit or vegetable is a gift now.
It's deadly, dangerously dry here now. It's also already fall. Everything's not just drying out; it's burning up. And I still have to figure out this well-drilling scenario, because the ideal time to do it would be fall, before the first snow hits (or the first really hard freeze), but there's no way we can afford it now. And without rain or snow? The land doesn't survive without it.
Meanwhile, my monthly budget is blown; when elders need help (and they need it badly now), you give it, and that's what we've done twice this week already. On top of that. Wings picked up the mower for the fifty-billionth time Friday, and that's another ~$300 or so down the tubes. One thing the high heat and drought managed for us, at least, was keeping the mosquitoes at bay for a while, but it's cooled off enough that they're back, and the grass has to get cut, no matter how much brown there is in it. We can't afford to risk West Nile here. We're already flooded with tourists spiking our COVID-19 numbers locally, and in the adjacent county just west of us are the state's first two plague cases of the year, one of them already fatal (and only 20 years old, too). I need to bring in another grand in sales to cover all of this unexpected outlay.
[Obviously, the wishlist is back in force. There are things I absolutely cannot get except through Amazon, and I can't add that stress onto all the others now.] Please share everything. Thanks.
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