Spiral tomato time

Spiral tomato time

Time is circular, not linear.  The proof is in the fact that the farm stand, right around mid July each year, starts to fill up with tomatoes.  They trickle in gradually for a few weeks, suddenly bursting in stacks upon stacks of giant red and orange Big Beefs.  And I, year after year, find myself spending more time between the plum and Asian pear trees back there, sorting through the bounty. 

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A fragile organism

A fragile organism

Though I fiercely hate to admit it, I'm a fragile organism.

I woke up feeling strong on Saturday.  Got myself ready for the day, ate some food, jetted off to get to the farm around 7:30am.  I was ready to tackle anything, and I did.  I harvested totes of kale, chard, collards, and cilantro while Ted and the farm stand managers set up the market.  As the youth crew arrived, I was finishing up my bunches and bringing them to the stand, going back to the field to harvest more broccoli for the display.  I started feeling nauseous, cringing whenever I put any attention on my gut.  So I focused on harvest instead: bending up and down, cutting, counting, and carrying totes.  There was enough to distract me.

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