Silly Season has begun.
No I don’t mean Christmas and all it’s trimmings and commercialism.
I mean hot summer tempretures (we have already had several days of 40 degrees), air conditioners needing cleaning/servicing/installing, and fruit picking season.
Fruit picking season is the time of year when growers get up at what Ashley so delicately calls “sparrow’s fart” to pick fruit, grade it, pack it and pop it into cool rooms ready to send off to market so it can tempt you in the supermarkets and green grocers.
It’s a time of year when Ashley can work really, really, really (he got home at 9.30 pm last night) hours and when we get phone calls at 6.30 am in the morning from a grower who had discovered that his cool room hadn’t done a defrost last night and was currently at 40 degrees!!!!! Which I might add is not good for a growers stress levels, never mind the fruit that was in the cool room.
It’s a time of year when I spend quite a bit of time in the car delivering parts and getting to check out the countryside around Swan Hill.
It’s also a time of year when very generous growers give us the most beautiful nectarines and peaches fresh off the trees and most of it export quality fruit. Yumm.
Crafting in the form of Granny squares is happening in dribs and drabs and sewing is non existant as is the builder who I thought might have been here this week…..arrrrrr.
Off to clean the house and wait for the phone call that says I must drive 50 mins to the growers coolroom with parts that are desperately needed.
Roll on Winter.