It is approximately midnight and in seven hours I will be on my way to the Old Cheney Road Farmers Market in Lincoln, NE. In tow is a lot of hard work and if I don’t day some great produce.
The girls and I spent the last two days picking wild berries and so the items I am most proud of include gooseberries, wild raspberries and choke cherries. I will also have the very last of this year’s sour cherries, the first of this year’s blackberries and some mulberries. This may not sound like a lot, but believe me it felt like a lot. Yesterday I took the girls down my sand road for the first time. Tom not sure it was a good idea allowed me to have the pick up for the morning and demanded I take along our dogs Fatty and Reba and my cell phone power cord. Everyone except Fatty enjoyed the field trip and the girls loved the sand road so much they are demanding we go back but with shovels and buckets next time.
Livie is taking this all in. I am so pleased with my gooseberries and wild raspberries and she has cooed and clucked over all of them. As a sign of support she decided the sand in the road was “wild” sand. As she put it, “it’s so much softer than our sand.” She is right it is very soft. Spotting a locust tree she immediately announced we have also found Meer cat food and we had to pick some. I am not up on my Meer cats but I am not as convinced as she is that this is proof of their presence in North Central Kansas. Tom is doing his best to hold his tongue on the fact that the locust trees are an unwelcomed addition to our farm.
For the entire outing, Autumn was still tormented by the bird that sounds like a kitten crying, but was more accepting that yellow kitty was not in the weeds. While on our field trip today everyone had to stop and allow the box turtle to safely cross the road. It was in a hurry but you know how turtles are. Tonight Autie is not feeling very well and I hope a good night’s rest will help.
It is days like today when my girls and I are able to share something we all love… exploring the untamed, that fills me with intense joy. I am blessed to have girls who not only indulge my passion, but who also seem to enjoy it. They busy themselves with their own searches and as a result have developed some of the wildest imaginations you will ever find. I cannot help but wonder… Will they remember days like these when it is their turn to be the Mommy? What will be their special times be like? Will they call me to tell me about it? While out we talked a lot about babies and each girl wanted to hear their story of what life was like for them when the lived in my tummy. We also faced some tough questions about the birds and the bees. Yes girls the order is high school, college, job/ business, MARRIAGE then babies. We practiced this part together OUT LOUD.
I know I have talked a lot about wild fruit lately, but the produce is also starting to kick in. I will bring the first of my summer squash and cucumbers, mint and parsley, potatoes, peas, kale, broccoli, collard greens, some tomatoes, bags of hard red winter wheat berries and more tabouli kits. This week’s kit will not use bulgur, but the hard red winter wheat. I will also have a few onions and radishes and of course eggs. I almost forgot the rhubarb and wheat bouquets. I do not have a lot of anyone thing, but hopefully enough different things to make everything work.
Tom has been busy cutting wheat and it is a disappointing crop. It is not yielding. He is especially quiet when he comes home and I am trying to keep things on an even keel in the name of moral support. It is not enough that the wheat crop is doing poorly but we are to the point with our corn and beans that a good rain just will not be enough. We are also not putting up as much hay as we should for this winter and that will prve to be a problem. We have never had a year where we were looking at crop failure for EVERYTHING. The only reason I have a garden to harvest from is because we have the well at our home and at some point we may have to choose my garden or the livestock. We will choose the livestock.
This is part of farming, but knowing that does little to reduce the stress level in my home at the moment. We continue to pray for rain and we would love for you to pray on our behalf. We are hardly the only farmers in need of it. Praying for rain would be a meaningful and powerful show of support for thousands of farmers between Colorado and Indiana. We all need rain. This is your food we are raising and our livelihood all rolled into one interdependent ball of twine. We ALL need rain.
My statement of gratitude focuses on two giggly, red-headed little girls with brown eyes and beautiful smiles. What would I do without you? It has been a GREAT couple of days.