It's the time of year when the best intentions for staying organized rarely stand up to the constant flow of demands coming from the field. Watering, harvesting, weeding, planting trump writing, record-keeping, doing the dishes.
And now there is something that trumps all of the above: Baby Joe was born on June 5, the same day we sold our first produce boxes! He's been quite accommodating of our schedule so far, but of course the infant time scale is very compressed -- a rapid cycle of eat-cry-sleep. So my farmwork is happening in short increments, often with this little guy napping in the stroller. Plans for a wheelbarrow/stroller hybrid are in the works.
In other news, the dahlias are coming in! We are also enjoying some of the fringe benefits of having a first-year farm, where everything is an experiment: Crops that weren't successful enough to sell, but that we can glean for home use. There are piles of misshapen carrots:
And tiny broccoli:
And then there's just the abundance of more successful crops:
And the inevitable discarded summer squash...