In gathering the ingredients for the morning smoothie, a great bounty was discovered:
|Rex with beetroot compared to a tennis ball|
|Jo tests the sugar content of the beetrood (Brix test) with refractometer: an 11 which is just shy of super excellent|
|the beetroot smoothie|
|Ceres and Juno want to be in the picture|
|making process with managing the tree detritus|
|a row of branches, butt end out, ready for the wood chipper--to be borrowed from Craig, maybe after we have gone|
|Harrold the tractor helps with some of the big stuff|
|the view of the Jacaranda from the house...without the three trees behind it|
|signs directed us at the final turns...it was about an hour away|
The car trip, with three wwoofers in the backseat, felt totally like a 45 year old memory of an outing with Mom and Dad. Jacques drew, in jest, an imaginary line which was Not To Be Crossed. The twisty turny ride made me a little queasy, which added to the authenticity of the memory of outings as a kid in the backseat.
The Tree Crops event was peopled by farmers. It looked like a group from Iowa--I would have been at the younger end of the bunch, not including Molly, Jacques and Jo--who were the real outliers as far as age was concerned. This was a talkative, grounded bunch, full of stories about successes and failures and all kinds of advice. I think I may have been the only person there who had ever worn make-up...and I mean EVER.
|REAL "free range" chickens|
|The Tree Crop folks|
|At an isolated spot|
|a "completely crowded" beach day at the main beach|
|Rex looks out over quarry|
|Looking to the bottom|
|Molly and Rex on the walk up.|
All in all, a marvelous day...