I must say the farmers' market was wonderful. I had a great time. I did have trouble sleeping just as I thought I would, but I didn't become zombie-like until after I got home. I really enjoyed the people at the market. It was so much fun talking with them, introducing people to new vegetables, giving ideas of how to prepare different things, and joking around too. The other vendors were great. We were in between an herb vinegar guy and a Wisconsin cheese guy. Oh, the smells were delicious. I could've spent a fortune at the cheese stand. They're curds were amazing. I got to barter for a couple of things too. I loved it. I'm looking forward to the next time I go to the market.
Just to give you a quick update on the farm- we've had a ton of rain. Fields were flooded Monday after two heavy rains on Sunday. Harvesting has been interesting. The aisles have been filled with water in most places. It's been quite disheartening. With all this rain we could lose some crops. The ones in the most danger are the tomatoes and the peppers. It's so sad. I love peppers and I'm starting to really like tomatoes. Plus we're growing so many different colors of tomatoes. On one hand it makes me glad that I'm not farming on my own yet. This potential crop loss doesn't really harm me, but it does hurt my bosses. It's humbling, to the point of frightening, how you can plan well, have healthy crops in the field, have everything looking so promising and then BAM! Disaster strikes.
I guess the reality is that we're really not in control. We like to think we are in control. We act as though we are in control. But the stark truth is that we are not in control. God is. I think farming is one of those few professions where that truth is so blatant. You live daily with the fact that life does not go according to plan. On one level that frightens me to the core. But, it also excites me. It excites me because I see the chance for God to do great things in such a life. Acknowledging that I have very little control over life can bring such humility and faith. Oh, how I hope for such things-that I will learn to give up the illusion of my ability to control my life or that I know what's best for me. And that God may increase my faith. There's a passage in Habakkuk that scares me and yet entices me too.
Though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
I will be joyful in God my Savior.
The Sovereign LORD is my strength:
he makes my feet liek the feet of a deer,
he enables me to go on the heights. Habakkuk 3:17-19
May that kind of faith grow in us all.
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