A long summer
Today was the Chicago Marathon. I had my own. Corey and I moved 250 chickens from brooder to their outside home. We collected several hundred pumpkins, gourds and squash. We mucked barns. We fed animals. It was a crazy-busy farm day. Like a marathon…….
Rich ran the marathon once. It was warm but not 88 degrees. I remember at the finish line I lost sight of him and then was seriously concerned for about an hour when I couldn’t find him in the E THROUGH L line…….eventually, I found him wandering aimlessly with a beer in his hand. They were free. Sam Adams. He was thirsty. Whatever.
Anyway. It is October. It is 88 degrees and this summer has been a real marathon. Hot. Dry. Except when it was wet and it was really, really, really wet. Another summer gone by and no one died in our marathon, thank goodness. Three weeks til market ends. Thank goodness.
And another reminder, don’t forget to go to the farmers markets in October. We’re there. Sometimes cooking, sometimes freezing our fingertips off….. It is so much better when customers are there….
Rich ran the marathon once. It was warm but not 88 degrees. I remember at the finish line I lost sight of him and then was seriously concerned for about an hour when I couldn’t find him in the E THROUGH L line…….eventually, I found him wandering aimlessly with a beer in his hand. They were free. Sam Adams. He was thirsty. Whatever.
Anyway. It is October. It is 88 degrees and this summer has been a real marathon. Hot. Dry. Except when it was wet and it was really, really, really wet. Another summer gone by and no one died in our marathon, thank goodness. Three weeks til market ends. Thank goodness.
And another reminder, don’t forget to go to the farmers markets in October. We’re there. Sometimes cooking, sometimes freezing our fingertips off….. It is so much better when customers are there….
