Our Farmstand Has Opened

The Farmstand is finally open. I suppose it's better late than never. At least that's what they say. Somebody does anyway... Katie is wanting to try working off the farm this year, and for me that is not just the bittersweet pangs of my last baby growing up, it is, admittedly the loss of the best helper I have ever had. I don't know yet if the stand is to become my purview or if she intends to do both. Time will tell I suppose

Not a lot there yet anyway. We do have eggs, and more importantly, Katie is offering some of her handmade leather goods. She has made some key chains and earrings for now for in the stand, and she makes a few bags, wallets and knife sheaths, mostly to order.

We are a few weeks away from offering a few strawberries, but I have an Amish friend who says he can offer us some for here if anyone needs them. Drop me an email, and we can figure it out. I usually put berries in the freezer in this busy time of year, and then I make my jam in the fall or winter as I have time or need. I see signs for the Lions Blueberry sale as well. Most of the friends I used to go to for that have passed, but I probably should look into it if I get a chance.

The sheep, goats and chickens are enjoying the grass in the pasture. June grass is always special to me. I have always found it to be one of life's greatest pleasures to watch a sea of June grass, seed heads just beginning to swell, rising and falling in the waves of a gentle breeze. The backs of the animals now visible, now not. As jubilant as a ruminant can be, and so am I. I have always reckoned if I get to heaven, it will be June grass all the way.

"Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language." --Henry James

Thanks for Listening,