A week ago today was my last working day at the farm. It was a beautiful fall day and customers expressed their sadness about us closing on October 31. I, too, am sad. There are the regular customers who you get to know. One man, a former Marine, comes in once a week and always buys five tomatoes. He calls me "Teacher," and I call him "Sir." I'm glad he came in last Tuesday. We said our good-byes and see you next spring.
This farm is an oasis in this crazy world and it's a blessing to work here. Fresh air, delicious fruits and vegetables, nice people (customers, my bosses, and co-workers), exchanging recipes and ideas with the customers and what their plans are for the produce they just bought, the zinnias grown just for the kids, listening to the mockingbird sing its songs in the tree by the stand, getting a glimpse of hummingbirds flitting among the zinnias and sunflowers, spending time in the field picking okra or peppers, digging potatoes.
"The leaves fall, the wind blows and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools." ~ Henry Beston
Golden sunflower
Always looks at the bright side
Kissed by the sunlight
Until next time,
ReplyDeleteMemorial Day weekend 2026.
DeleteYour descriptions of working there always make me want to get outside. Spring will be here before you know it.
ReplyDeleteOver the past few years, I have learned to appreciate winter. I used to dread it. Spring arrives faster with that change in mindset.
DeleteYou have one of the pleasantest jobs I can imagine. I especially like your farm pictures as the Ohio countryside looks just like my childhood home in Indiana.
ReplyDeleteIf any job could be perfect, this would be it. At least for me it is. Happy to bring back childhood memories.
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