Summer bounty
Aaaah...Summertime. Such an interesting time of year. I won't say favorite time of year, because for me, it definitely is NOT! I don't enjoy the hot, humid summers of Delmarva, but I do enjoy the sights, sounds, smells and tastes of a summer on the Shore. I decided to try to illustrate some of those summer senses in this post. 
In conversations with many of my Delaware friends, I discovered that they had never heard of the watermelon bus. When I tried to explain the watermelon bus, they looked at me like I had two heads, so I decided to brave the heat and haul my butt out of bed early and get out and try to take pictures of the bus so that my friends can confirm that I am NOT crazy...well, at least not crazy on this issue! Yes, it really was 93 toasty degrees by 9 am. Just for the record, I was up way before 9am taking photos!
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The buses line up early at the Laurel Farmers' Auction. Crews meet here to ride out to the fields to pick the melons. They are brought back in these buses as well as other modes of transportation for the auction. Over 2 million melons are sold at this location each season. Whew! That's a lot of melons no matter who is counting 'em! After taking pictures of the buses I decided to head west toward Sharptown to see what was shakin' out on that side of town. Not a whole lot, but the buses were rolling into the fields for the next load. Acre upon acre...glad I was not picking them. It reminded me of the times that I was sent to pick the melons on the farm along with my nephews. It seems there was more fighting then there was picking many days but through it all we got 'er done!
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I did stop to take shots along the way. There were a few roadside stands selling those luscious home growns! 
I also got to see the cropduster leaving from the Laurel airstrip. It was nice to see him up and at 'em before he could wake me up! I know they do an important job and no one enjoys the fruit of their labors more than I do, but WHY do they always have to do the fields next to my house on Saturday mornings?!
One of my favorite sounds and smells of summer is the sound of a rain storm racing across a cornfield and one of the best smells in the world is the scent of rain. In our neck of the woods rain has been hard to come by lately. When it starts to get dry, the area farmers use irrigation systems to water the crops. It's not as good as rain, but it's a pretty close second. And by the look of the chick in this truck it felt pretty good too!
Aaaah...Summertime. Such an interesting time of year. I won't say favorite time of year, because for me, it definitely is NOT! I don't enjoy the hot, humid summers of Delmarva, but I do enjoy the sights, sounds, smells and tastes of a summer on the Shore. I decided to try to illustrate some of those summer senses in this post. 
In conversations with many of my Delaware friends, I discovered that they had never heard of the watermelon bus. When I tried to explain the watermelon bus, they looked at me like I had two heads, so I decided to brave the heat and haul my butt out of bed early and get out and try to take pictures of the bus so that my friends can confirm that I am NOT crazy...well, at least not crazy on this issue! Yes, it really was 93 toasty degrees by 9 am. Just for the record, I was up way before 9am taking photos!
The buses line up early at the Laurel Farmers' Auction. Crews meet here to ride out to the fields to pick the melons. They are brought back in these buses as well as other modes of transportation for the auction. Over 2 million melons are sold at this location each season. Whew! That's a lot of melons no matter who is counting 'em! After taking pictures of the buses I decided to head west toward Sharptown to see what was shakin' out on that side of town. Not a whole lot, but the buses were rolling into the fields for the next load. Acre upon acre...glad I was not picking them. It reminded me of the times that I was sent to pick the melons on the farm along with my nephews. It seems there was more fighting then there was picking many days but through it all we got 'er done!
I did stop to take shots along the way. There were a few roadside stands selling those luscious home growns! 
I also got to see the cropduster leaving from the Laurel airstrip. It was nice to see him up and at 'em before he could wake me up! I know they do an important job and no one enjoys the fruit of their labors more than I do, but WHY do they always have to do the fields next to my house on Saturday mornings?! 
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