My Summer Job
I am so lucky it's unbelievable. My first summer back on the east coast is going extremely well. The invitations to summer BBQ's and pool parties continue to roll in, I have been to shows of great musicians I have loved for a long time yet never seen live (Manu Chao at Prospect Park in Brooklyn, Tommy Guerrero in Philly), enjoyed long and lazy happy hours reconnecting with old friends, and of course spending oceans of time on the farm with Dakota and her parents. Yes we are still eating those fantastic strawberries. The ever-bearing variety is my total business. (I'm even learning farm lingo!)
A month ago Tommy
and Tricia started bringing Blooming Glen Farm to the Headhouse Square Farmer's Market at 2nd and Lombard Streets. Look at their delectable produce and tell me I don't have the best summer job. Not only do I get to support the farmers, but I also spend my Sundays outside, surrounded by organic snacks, good people, good vibes, and the opportunity to trade cucumbers for chocolate croissants or these wicked tasty doughnut peaches from the other vendors.
Last weekend I experienced the true madness of their selected profession. Saturday we harvested all day and into the evening. I was begging them to stop picking heirloom tomatoes as the moon grew ever brighter and I stacked them as quickly and gently as possible in an ever-growing tower of bread bins. We were up and loading out by 6 AM on Sunday and thank goodness Meghan joined us at the booth to complete the family affair. By the end of the day my sore legs and I stood corrected; all those tomatoes sold and T n T had broken their sales record by acres. I have an entirely new understanding of the true nature of farming (sore legs! endless hours! total fascination with the perfect row of cherry tomatoes in every color! practicing continuous quality control while picking in the strawberry patch!), and my respect for them is enormous. I still think they are a bit nuts, but I love them!
A month ago Tommy
and Tricia started bringing Blooming Glen Farm to the Headhouse Square Farmer's Market at 2nd and Lombard Streets. Look at their delectable produce and tell me I don't have the best summer job. Not only do I get to support the farmers, but I also spend my Sundays outside, surrounded by organic snacks, good people, good vibes, and the opportunity to trade cucumbers for chocolate croissants or these wicked tasty doughnut peaches from the other vendors.Last weekend I experienced the true madness of their selected profession. Saturday we harvested all day and into the evening. I was begging them to stop picking heirloom tomatoes as the moon grew ever brighter and I stacked them as quickly and gently as possible in an ever-growing tower of bread bins. We were up and loading out by 6 AM on Sunday and thank goodness Meghan joined us at the booth to complete the family affair. By the end of the day my sore legs and I stood corrected; all those tomatoes sold and T n T had broken their sales record by acres. I have an entirely new understanding of the true nature of farming (sore legs! endless hours! total fascination with the perfect row of cherry tomatoes in every color! practicing continuous quality control while picking in the strawberry patch!), and my respect for them is enormous. I still think they are a bit nuts, but I love them!
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