Be where I am

Garlic hanging in the shed to dry

Garlic hanging in the barn to dry

Garlic garlic garlic!

They have music on the green on Sunday nights in Danville, which is the next town over. I was lying there tonight, staring up at the blue evening sky and white puffy clouds through a canopy of green green maple leaves, listening to a very silly country western swing band, and I thought this is exactly what I want to be doing. Which is pretty remarkable really. I had been pulling garlic all day, I was up at 3:30am yesterday for what turned out to be the busiest market day of the year to date, and I was up at 3:30am on Friday for what has become a 16-18 hour routine of harvesting, CSA distribution, and then back to harvesting. So I was tried, and new week looms ahead with its emergency weeding needs, and its urgent field prep needs, and its must-get-transplanted-today seedlings, etc. But such is life on a vegetable farm in mid-July in Vermont. And this is what I want to be doing. And these are the people I want to be doing it with. Which is a nice feeling.