Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Life at the farm is continuing its frantic pace. Farmer Dan often jokes that he sleeps in November. I’m beginning to believe him. Thankfully the lettuce is done and so he can sleep in to 4 am on harvest days! I, however, do not start until 7, although there have been times when a 6 am start has been necessary. We are harvesting on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and a little on Thursday morning just before the delivery van leaves.
Harvesting still amazes me. I am struck by the beauty of the vegetables we grow. There is one exception. Zucchini. I don’t think it’s that beautiful. Perhaps I once thought different. Now I do not care for it. What caused such a change of heart? I think it is the millions, perhaps, billions, of scrapes I get from harvesting zucchini and summer squash (a yellow version of zucchini). The plants have tiny spines that cut and poke and make washing legs and arms slightly painful. Stupid vegetable.
Today I harvested purple cabbage for the first time. It’s gorgeous. Even the scallions and leeks are beautiful with their green tops and white heads. Often during harvest days I have strains of songs from Veggie Tales going through my head. I pick cucumbers and laugh at the thought of dancing cucumbers. I pick the scallions and think of all the devious people they have played in all the Veggie Tale shows. Mostly though I hum the theme song. Then I laugh. The others around me shake their heads at this crazy girl with whom they are working.
It has gotten sultry hot here. I’m not sure how I’m going to sleep tonight. I have a cement floor and I’m tempted to sleep on it. The crickets have started singing, which is a welcome change from all the tree frogs calling at night. They have such a loud chirp that is nice when you’re sitting and enjoying the evening. It turns obnoxious when you want to sleep though.
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