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Excuse me, where are my manners


We have had a wave of exceptional help lately that has been a positive force in this whole circus.  I can say “Thank you” until I’m blue in the face at them, I still don’t think it would do justice to the amount of appreciation that Paul and I have.  Thank you again though, for good measure.

Everybody, meet Rose.

She has been a tremendous help for us these past few weeks.

This particular day we harvested the seeds from my spring cilantro and seeded a new bed with them.

Everybody, meet Beth.

Also a big help.  Beth is interning on the farm.

Everybody, meet our county fair Grand Champion!

Everybody, meet our first place winner!

Now in this picture are more volunteers, Jason and Jen.  I don’t have better pictures of them, sorry Jen and Jason.  They too are a great help.  This is a picture of the work party today.


Guess what time it is!!!


It’s County Fair time!  Yesterday Paul, the kids and I loaded up a basket full of farm grown goodies and headed to the Washington County fair grounds to enter them into the competition.  Both of the kids entered sunflower seed heads.  Paul and I entered in a plethora of things like okra, several varieties of tomatoes and peppers, onions, garlic etc.  Oliver is so excited to go and see if he has won a ribbon.  Calvin Bey was there, who is the local garden guru in these parts.  He greeted me with a nice hug and said “Go look at the baskets and see if you can guess which one is mine!”  What he’s talking about is a basket filled with five different things you the exhibitor have grown that you have not submitted in any other category.  Well, I looked at the baskets from far away and I could already tell that it wasn’t fair.  Calvin had blown away the competition again.  Stunning would be an understatement.  I told him in jest that it’s not fair to others who enter things in the fair…he’s that good.  The man had blueberries in his basket, BLUEBERRIES!  Who has fresh blueberries right now?  He said that this was probably going to be his last year entering things, but I know he’s fibbing.  You can’t keep a good man down, but you can try harder next year to have bigger onions.