We went to UFO days last weekend, our little school district town a few miles east's summer celebration. Apparently there were a lot of sightings in the 60s and 70s. Seriously.
It turns out that our farm story is not just about living closer to the land and producing flowers and food that people can feel good about buying.
It's about a little family choosing, because our little family has the privilege to choose, to move to a rural area, and a new culture. We're the newbies, and when you don't really know someone, difference is easier to feel. We're settling into the reality of our choice to be here.
I don't know any farmer that doesn't question her or his place in the world a few times during August. The work is relentless, the weeds and disease and insects are in full force. Any crop failures are pretty certain to have happened, or about to happen. And it's bloomin' hot.
Next year we'll have more of the necessary infrastructure like the cooler, and shelves, in place from the get-go. We'll have a framework of fields, and one year's experience of this ground to work from.
Next year we'll be UFO Days regulars.
This year we're flying through. The days roll by, and the flowers go into the field, and come out. We're just trying to keep up with it all.
E is picking the very best cantaloupe for mama.
Beauty in the buckets. Mixes this week.
And beauty in the field.
Commitment lilies coming on, and belladonna delphinium.
Bupleurum, and blue scabiosa.
Next bells of Ireland coming.
Tomatoes!!!
Sweet-smelling sweetpeas, and phlox and tons of weeds next to the house. Totally brutalized by the big storm, but making a comeback.
Hope you and yours are enjoying the long, fleeting days of summer bounty, and taking time to look in your loves' faces and laugh with them.
Thanks for buying high summer local flowers...looking forward just a teensy bit to fall, cool temps and fall blooms. Party over here on October 8!
xo
J,M+E
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