A few weeks back on a Sunday, one could find three farmers crouched in a field cutting arugula. Two hours later, and one could still find three farmers crouching in the same field cutting the same arugula. You see, Sundays are the biggest harvest days of the week, for it is a CSA harvest day. With approximately 300 CSA members, it means that we need to harvest 300 of everything. 300 green peppers, 300 ripe peppers, 300 bunches of chard, 300 heads of garlic, and that day, 300 bags worth of arugula. 42 buckets worth.
This past weekend marked Part 2 of 3 of my crazy weekends. I embarked to Providence, Rhode Island where I met up with one of my all-time favorite people, Sophie, who is currently a freshman in the Brown-RISD program. To put this in perspective of how exciting this trip was, I have not seen Sophie in a year-and-a-half. Yes, you read that right. A-year-and-a-half. That's a long time to not see one of your all-time favorite people! To give even MORE perspective on the significance of this reunion, Sophie and I became close friends by spending two weeks in a tarp together in -14 degree weather. Yeah, we're pretty gosh darn good friends.
Cool mornings. Fields dripped with dew. Cozy sweaters. Hint of changing leaves. Fresh apples. Light breeze. Warm sun. Clean air. Shafted sunlight. Fall has officially arrived. Meaning. . .
To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter; to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring - these are some of the rewards of a simple life.
Believe it or not, but farming twelve hours a day leaves a farmer rather hungry. Crazy, huh? Who woulda thunk it. Have no fear though! Your farmers do not go famished. Nope, we want to stay well energized to harvest your food, and so, have come up with the ultimate solution to solve the plight of empty-stomachs: Eating.
Thank god it's Tuesday! You see, due to the inconsiderate fact that plants pay no heed to traditional weekends, our farm has staggered weekends, so there will always be farmers able to provide some tender loving care for our vegetables. As you may have guessed, my weekend is Wednesday and Thursday, making Tuesday really Friday. So hallelujah, it's Tuesday!
Sorry in advance for the long post. If you decide to stick it out and read the whole thing, thank you and congratulations to you. I am in awe of your attention span. The second reason can actually be indirectly explained in an essay I wrote for my senior speech back in February. Here it is:
"Life is like a camera lens. Focus only on what's important and you will capture it perfectly."