Those are some of the worst words a market farmer hears. The weather in Indiana has just been sweltering for the past 2 weeks. Whoever heard of upper 80's the first 2 weeks of April. Planting has been going on with a vengeance. Then....those dreaded words. I spent 3 hours this evening after I got home from being a vendor at a show at St. Mary of the Woods, covering and moving plants that could get hurt tonight.
Do we rush the season to be one of the first to get fresh vegetables to the market. Yes, of course we do. This is how we make a living. The weather is so unpredictable that any window of opportunity has to be seized. But then you must spend several hours running around like a chicken with it's head cut off just to make sure you don't lose those plants. I LOVE MY LIFE!!! REALLY, I DO
What other job is there where I get to spend time with my grandkids while quietly teaching them about nature, local foods and a sense of family and continuity. What other job is there where I get to spend the morning and afternoon with customers/friends, make a little money and then come home to the farm and get greeted by my hens waiting for dinner. I get to go over the back hill and mushroom hunt. Sit beside my husband while he is planting beans and sweet corn or plant them myself while rocking to the songs in my head, via the headset. Could it get any better? Female Farm Power - strong in the midwest
Hope you can come and see the farm someday. You too will feel the same as I, at peace with the world.
See ya on the farm
Charlotte
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