Lost track of the
weeks already,grown over with weeds and gargantuan tomato vines.When my
arms and hands are not on fire from squash prickles,my digits are black
with tomato juice.Bean Back fast approaches and all my clothes are
perpetually grungy.This is the life!Pigs cavort haphazardly ,gourmet
designer baby squash stuck like stogies in their mouths.Who could
imagine the final resting place of such a chic item.A pig's digestive
tract.Great pork though,as the oinkers grow,they consume more and
more,looking at me longingly whenever I pass them by.I can never be sure
if its the food I feed them they want,or me.They say to never pass out
in a hog pen.Happy times!At this time of year,the farm becomes a chess
match with nature,balancing the moisture,diseases,heat,germination,fall
crops ad nauseum.Most of the time I lose just barely,coming upon a bed
of arugula,only to find brown gunk where once a waving forest grew.My
feet have cracks in them,my hands feel like claws and cold beer is like a
the honey wine of the ancient norse gods,soul delivering.The animals
stand under their shade trees,swatting the flies with tail and
tongue,while we bare our heads to the sun and flex bicep and thigh in
the name of farming.I am honored to stand in the ranks of small farmers
worldwide,who toil with their bodies,so that we may all feed our bodies
well,but also feel the tears,sweat and love that makes a cherokee purple
tomato taste like honey nectar.Tend to your stomachs good people,let
not this time pass without gorging yourselves on the sun's bounty!Here's
the lineup for this
week.
carrot
squash
celery
fennel
tater
basil
cilantro
garlic
Buon appetito!!!!!!!!!
peace
gaelan
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