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The Farm



                  (Farm sign drafted and painted by the farmer in residence.)

You purists may challenge my use of the term, The Farm, and to be candid, I recognize the stretch. For our farm here in Crestline consists of that agriculture grown in five large pots that reside on a far west bank of our back yard. Well, except for some stalks of corn that have popped up in a pot near a bird feeder on the other side of the yard. I’m supposing seeds from the bird feeder is responsible for those splendid stalks.

I’m afraid that since our growing season is so short up here, I may never see ears of corn from this beautiful plant.

A few weeks ago, I set out my plants: two tomatoes, one zucchini, two yellow squash, and one bell pepper. Carefully, I’ve watched over my plants, happy when blossoms appeared and especially delighted when some of them turned into what was predicted to come from that plant. I watered frequently and scratched around in the dirt to be sure the soil was of the texture my plants wanted. I also shared my bounty with squirrels and birds who visit faithfully. Someone in the neighborhood completely ravaged my zucchini. Enormous yellow blossoms were in evidence one day; the next day they had vanished.

Although we had picked and eaten a couple of tomatoes before, yesterday was the occasion of our major harvest. I guess I really didn’t need it, but I carried a little basket out to the farm in which to carry in the heavy load.

When, for their picture, I arranged my vegetables as you see above, I was a little taken aback, for a truthful moment struck me, struck me hard. I recognized the harvest for what it really is–rather pitiful. Anyway, we ate the delicious squash last night and the bell pepper and tomatoes are in a glass dish on the kitchen window sill, where I frequently admire them. We’ll see to them in a day or two.

Out in the back forty, presumably still growing, are a few tomato and squash blossoms, a tiny yellow squash, and a number of green tomatoes. I’m also expecting furtive visits from a critter or two.

By Shirley Buxton

Still full of life and ready to be on the move, Shirley at 81 years old feels blessed to have lots of energy and to be full of optimism. She was married to Jerry for 64 years, and grieves yet at his death in August of 2019. They have 4 children, 13 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren...all beautiful and highly intelligent--of course. :)

3 replies on “The Farm”

The two main things you can do to keep your summer squash plants healthy and productive are to provide plenty of water and to fertilize regularly. Water your plants when the top inch of soil is dry (test by poking your finger into the soil) and then, water deeply and gently so the water percolates down into the soil — this will encourage the plants to send its roots deeper into the soil and they’ll be less likely to suffer in hot, dry weather. Side dress your squash plants monthly with compost, composted manure, or vermicompost, and give them a weekly foliar feed of fish emulsion.

Thank you so much for this feedback.I’ll try again next year. What do you mean by “side dress?”


I love the “spin” you put on the simple things of life. You pull the reader into your world…. I walked with you, looking for the great harvest…. I even sensed the disappointment when the basket wasn’t as full as you expected. What more can I say? I LOVE your writing!! Love, Char Mills

Hey, thank you, Friend. I believe it is true that the simple, basic things of life bring us the most satisfaction. Love you.


Sis. Buxton…you are ever the nurturer! What a beautiful harvest! I imagine they will taste wonderful.

Well, I would like to nurture you a bit more. Come see my farm! Love to all.


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