Thursday, July 9, 2009

There are Nice people in Philly

Well we finally made it t0 the Farmers Market at City Hall yesterday. After picking we loaded the truck and schlepped off to the city. We had the best day we ever had . Sold out of tomatoes, peaches and blueberries. Packing up the empty boxes is so much easier than bringing home all the full ones. I just got them all piled on the hand cart and started toward the truck. It was not stacked so well but who cares ? they are empty right ? except -- the money bag (which I had hid in an empty box) --- the boxes fell and stayed in place at my feet only one thing flew across the court yard. Right -- the BAG OF MONEY !!!!
A man put his foot on it - a million things went through my mind at the same time. Do I call for help - the police station is not far - do I grab it and hope I can "take him".

Then he bent over - picked it up and said - "this you should be more careful with"

As the other people around us helped me pile the boxes back onto my cart - I realized there are still good people.

Till something else crazy happens.......................Anita

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

First day of blog 7/7/09 - "Farm Fun"

Well - I do not know what I am doing but everyone says that I should create a blog so here it goes.

I am a 40 year old woman who farms with my sister. We took over our family farm last year and revamped the whole thing. We sometimes have no idea what we are doing - but we try.

Today we picked all morning - zucchini, cucumbers, blueberries, peaches, cherry tomatoes. I wish we have a few farm workers - maybe some day we can afford farm workers.

Any way we decided to take a barrel of water out to the string bean patch. There we are the two of us and a 55 gallon drum of water on the wagon - now who lifts it off ?
Nancy, the brighter of the two of us, decides to get another barrel and pour this one into that one- she will get on the wagon. I should hold the bottom one. You know where this is going- right down my shorts - she spilled it over down my shirt, shorts and into my boots. Our jack ass thought it was funny - he brayed over it for several minutes . Now that I am dry - I will return to work...........Until next time..............One wet farm girl