Dave took us for a walk to see his ripening heritage organic crops. The orders are all in to be filled when he is ready to harvest and thresh. He is mainly raising Red Fyfe Heritage 1846 wheat, and a heritage buckwheat this year.
This is the his buckwheat field. It made we want some buckwheat pancakes which I haven't had for
a long time.
I really enjoyed being able to use a clean washer and dryer set, and then hang most of it on the line in a fresh hilltop breeze to dry them. Laundromats on the trail are not always the neatest or nattiest places. We were camped just east of this winter woodpile.
I think I wrote about this little sun house/guest room a few years ago when we were here for their daughter, Eleanor's, wedding. It has an outside shower at the back. The entrance is like going into a secret fairy garden that ends up being a vegetable and herbs and flowers area. I love the serenity of this place in the hills north of Toronto. The old piled stone walls, that were hand picked off of the fields are also charming, now that I am not the one to have to do the stone-picking.
Niece Cheryl was in the Yukon with her mother (Old Man's sister that we visited in Cardston AB on our way out east from BC.) But Dave was home and a great host, showing us all the things they are getting into after retirement. They have always been interested in organic food and heritage plants and animals, so now they can indulge their passions without the distraction of going to work somewhere far away everyday. They are true Harrowsmith folk. (That is a magazine started over 50 years ago to cater to Canadian back-to-the-landers. I still get it from the library and learn something new from each issue.)