The leaves had turned and were starting to fall. The partners were busy washing the morning’s harvest of carrots. Oliver spread the carrots out to dry in the sun. He hoped it would become cooler before they picked the cabbages.
Mr. Rat walked through the farm gate and up to Oliver. "Terrible sky."
The sun beat down from a cloudless sky. Oliver looked at his partners, their mouths open, speechless. Finally Timmy spoke. “What are you talking about, Mr. Rat? There isn’t a cloud in the sky.”
“That’s my point,” said Mr. Rat. “The clouds keep the heat in your fields overnight and prevent frost. Clear skies this time of year means a killing frost tonight. Come sunrise tomorrow your fields will be white and your crops wiped out if you don’t do something."
Oliver stopped washing carrots. “There was a small fortune still left in the fields.”
“Cats!” Timmy dropped the carrot he was holding. "What can we do to put the clouds back in the sky?"
“Nothing, it’s the weather,” replied Mr. Rat. “Rodents have talked about the weather for years, but none have done anything about it.”
Oliver through his arms in the air. “There must be something we can do. My share of the pumpkin crop is enough to buy the piano. We need another two weeks.”
“Your only hope is to protect your plants tonight.” Mr. Rat paused. “Maybe tomorrow night as well. Frost warnings typically last only a day, two at the most."
“How do we do that?” asked Oliver.
“Well, you can do nothing. This will work for your hardy crops like cabbage, carrots and turnips. Some say the frost improves the flavour. As for the rest, you will have to either harvest or use a plastic sheet to protect them.”
Timmy pointed to the shed. “We have plastic sheets in the loft.”
“They’re not enough.” Brianna wipe...
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...h time to set up the plastic sheets and we can easily pick the few tomatoes still in the field. It’s getting all those pumpkins from the backfield to the shed that’s going to take the time.”
"But we don’t have to store the pumpkins in the shed today," replied Oliver. "We can roll them up to the ten that will be under the sheets tonight and store them tomorrow."
"Works for me." Timmy ran into the shed to start taking out the sheets.
Oliver and Brianna followed. By sunset, the trio had moved all of the small pumpkins under the sheets, except for the three the mice were rolling back to the shed.
Brianna rolled her pumpkin into the shed “Too bad, we couldn’t have let them grow a bit larger. The smaller ones will be harder to sell, because they won’t keep as long.”
Oliver grinned. He wasn’t worried about the small pumpkins. He had a plan to get a premium price for them.
And the first thing she’ll put on the trailer will be the bottling-set she never unpacked from Grovedale,’ – Again this tells us that they only stayed for a short time for they didn’t get the chance to use the bottling-set yet. On their arrival the berries were the ‘first of the season’ but by the time when they drove past t... ... middle of paper ... ... es cause them problems because having to move houses so often means that they’ll have to spend so much time adapting to a new environment.
He said, “Why don’t we poison the rats? I think I might have some bottles of rat killer poison in this old rusty belt of mine.”
“I would love to let me get the turkey. I will bring some cranberries and squash too,” Tom said happily and went to get the food.
cold, harsh, wintry days, when my brothers and sister and I trudged home from school burdened down by the silence and frigidity of our long trek from the main road, down the hill to our shabby-looking house. More rundown than any of our classmates’ houses. In winter my mother’s riotous flowers would be absent, and the shack stood revealed for what it was. A gray, decaying...
Rays of golden sunlight were piercing the blue sky. Today was a hot day. There had been no rain in the last month. A young child was playing in the field while his father was harvesting the crops. The boy was playing among the newly harvested golden vegetables. There were a lot more vegetables than he remembered from years past. The boy knew they were going to sell most of this harvest. Where are the other plants that he remembered? Why was corn the only thing growing? Why is it in straight lines instead of winding around the property like it normally did? He pondered these questions on the way to school. Today, unlike normal, his teacher let him out of school early. Though he thought nothing of it at the time the sky was turning dark. It was almost like a monster ate the sun. Not only was it getting dark the wind started to blow. The wind sound like a wolf howling at a full moon. When he reached his house, his father rushed him inside. The first of many dust storms hit and the period known as the Dust Bowl began.
What do you think when you hear the words grocery store? Do you visualize perfect fruit and vegetable fillings the aisles? This is concept that many consumers have come to know. What many consumers do not realize is this is not ideal. These were my same thoughts before I started volunteering at a Farmers Market. These markets offer an array of benefits. As a consumer at a Farmers Market you are not only supporting local growers, but also reducing your environmental foot print, and diminishing the idea of perfect produce.
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about the farmer who picked that particular head of lettuce; however, I am sure you never thought
'Why so far? It's a good thing that I packed extra food.' "Okay, and where exactly are these 'boys'?" I look around the room, seeing nothing but decorations, Bobby and I.
Every other bite earned an accolade. 'Mmm. These tomatoes really are delicious.' 'There's just nothing like fresh tomatoes. Mmm.' 'I think we can quit saving for his college; he's a natural migrant worker.' Whatever that meant, it sounded promising. I told my family that they needn't worry: the garden was in full-swing, and that meant more fresh produce was on the way.
The snow that was predicted to be several inches by the end of the weekend quickly piled up to around eight inches by that evening. At times, the snow was falling so heavily you could hardly see the streetlights that glistened like beacons in a sea of snow. With the landscape draped in white, the trees hangi...
In the first of three transitions the speaker, most likely a farmer, comes out to a field just after dawn to turn the freshly mown grass to dry in the sun. The farmer then searches for the mower, but finds he is all alone. Here, the reader senses the loneliness of the scene. Frost's use of figurative language such as the "leveled scene" and "an isle of trees" gives evidence to the speaker's mood of pessimism and loneliness as the speaker implies he must be "as he had been--alone" (4-5, 8). Potter writes that Frost "was often riddled with doubts aboutÖhis role in relation to his family and friends, and even his poetic powers" (Potter 47). We, too, get the sense the speaker (Frost) is suggesting that throughout his life he feels alone quite often and longs for the kinship of his fellow human being.
"Why Is It Important to Eat Vegetables?" MyPyramid.gov. United States Department of Agriculture, 01 Oct. 2009. Web. 06 Feb. 2014. .
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.
It was late summer. The weather was gradually changing to autumn, which was noticeably seen on the leaves that were starting to turn orange. The sun was out, but it wasn’t too hot or too cold outside. In fact, it was actually soothing; the cold wind blowing, paired with the warm sun shining above.