I haven’t been out to the farm for pick up in a few weeks. Hilary has been super accommodating in picking up the share on her way home from work while I adjust to Alec’s school schedule- me working on Tuesdays and getting him to gymnastics by 3. Today I had a few extra moments to spare before I did the child pick/gymnastics thing up so I swung by on my way from work.
The fields are starting to look weathered. There is no longer that bright green that signifies new growth. The colors are more dramatic in dark sort of way. I love to crest the hill right before the entrance and see how the landscape has changed since I was there last. I look forward to see what the share has in store for me that week- which veggies will excite me, which will challenge me and which may want to make me gag. Or Erik. Just say the word Brussels Sprouts to him and see what happens. It’s kinda fun.
So I saw this tub sitting there and I immediately has a flashback to living to Pennsylvania and there being a tub in the woods that the cows could drink out of-like a small stream running through it. Seems to me it was like down a little hill past a field. Tell me family members …did I make that up? Seems like a real memory to me. But hey-I was only 3.
I didn’t take a picture of the goods this week. I was feeling a little overwhelmed when I got home. Alec was hungry ..dinner needed to be made…laundry to be done. You know the drill. I am sure it is no different for ya’all. I cooked these up as snack and Alec actually ate a few. I couldn’t believe it.
Although I did tell him that Mya and Faye LOVE to eat it.
Peer pressure helped.
Plus lots of salt.
1 comment:
Not dreaming, not crazy. There was a tub and cows did drink from it. At least that's how I remember it!
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