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.Read More