I delivered the last round for our fall CSA. It was sad, for me…that was a great route. Everyone, although I didn’t see you very much, it was a pleasure. In case you were wondering, our CSA starts up again in April. Tomorrow is a new day. A day to do nothing…but the dishes, and the laundry and cook, and….and….
Here is a picture of me on day 1 of delivery…for the fall
I was thinking about this moment right now! It will be a nice break! See you in April Fayetteville!
Today we said goodbye to the last WWOOFers of the season, Sunny and Lan. What a joy it was having them, as well as everyone else this season. Without the help of strangers, Paul and I wouldn’t be able to do what we do. A person can say thanks all they want, and possibly still not get their point across. I feel like I couldn’t say it enough to prove how much I mean it. So, I’ll just type it: thank you.
It’s bittersweet, the whole WWOOF-host thing. All of these people who come into my life, impact it in some shape or form, and then they leave…onto the next farm, or just moving on. Just so you know WWOOF-pack, it doesn’t get any easier, saying goodbye. I wish you all now like I did during our ‘See you later’ speeches the best of luck. And please, come see me.
Tomorrow is the last delivery for the Fall CSA, and Paul and I are going to be very busy harvesting, packaging and delivering food tomorrow, our heads will be spinning. We’ve been doing the whole CSA thing for 34 weeks straight. It’s been a lot of logistics, and long days, which turns Wednesday into Friday. This Wednesday will be interesting, there will be no one else to cook for except my family, no casual conversation except for my family, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO! We still have game night…(which by the way Pat and Pakis, I’ve won 5 in a row, come challenge me!)
It took me a week to get these photos up, but good things come to those who wait. If you don’t see yourself here, it’s not because I didn’t care…Thank you too!
It’s been a long season, and it wouldn’t have been possible without the generosity of strangers, who turn into friends. Thank you to WWOOFUSA, as well as WWOOF, for helping farmers and volunteers connect!
You know it has been a long season, when your plants start producing magical, yet comical fruits. They must be saying to us, sit down and have a laugh, it’s almost over.
Not only are there penguin peppers, but peppers with funny noses:
These peppers are doing their job, showing us that plants can have a sense of humor too!
We’ve been really busy here on the farm, our main project right now, on top of EVERYTHING else is re-erecting the Mothership. If you aren’t a 2-greenthumbs superfan, let me fill you in. Last march our hoop house, the Mothership, was blown down in what we later found out was a F1 tornado. Look back into my archives, there were pictures and tears shed. But NOW we are putting a new Mothership back up, better than ever. There were lots of hands involved in this, there are some pictures on my other farm blog Ozark Alternatives and I will add some more here as well.
I would just like to add that we also pulled the roof up and over! There are no pictures of that, because all hands were on deck. FARM LIFE!
The other evening, we were out, and when we came back there was a present waiting for us. A farm friend from down south in the land of Greenwood Arkansas swung by, waited, and left leaving a very nice present.
Thank you David for the home-made soap and the home grow loofah! Are you trying to tell us something? For any of you locals, David’s wife makes and sells home-made soaps at Ozark Natural Foods here in Fayetteville. Her brand is called “Dixie Flower Soaps” They are exceptionally delightful, for we have received some of them before. So be sure to check out her products on the shelves.
This evening, something magical happened. I’m just going to bombard you with pictures, because I couldn’t decide on the nicest few…I was so frantic in snapping them, that as a collection they are appropriate in giving you my experience, and also a sense of how quickly it came and went.
I was in my front garden watering some green beans, looking west. I just so happen to turn my head east, dropped my hose, ran for my camera and called to my son Oliver to come and see the sunset. When he came outside, he looked west, and shrugged as if to say “so?” I flipped him around. He was excited about the colors, but wasn’t too excited about the fact that it was in the east. Until I helped him put two and two together. Fayetteville and the surrounds, if you were not lucky enough to see this magical sight, I hope these pictures do it a little bit of justice.
This is what it looked like to the west…not quite as spectacular.