Two weeks notice

I have given notice, folks. My employment at the farm will subside soon. Farming is meaningful, important, and fulfilling. It is also a hard way to make a living. And, a Farmer has to pay the Note before he can pay staff. In These times, in this place, payroll is going to have to cease. And since I am 'payroll', I will be laid-off.

No huge deal. Saw it coming, I expect. Kind of liked the whole arrangement more when it was 'under the table'. It had a renegade feel about it. A sense of it aint nobody's business how I am compensated for the farming I was doing. A secret agent of sorts. Whether taxed or not, I was feeding people. I was helping the farm go round. That was my reward. That and the eggs and produce, of course.

Winter comes again and I wont be collecting from Crooked Furrow this time. No, of course the Work is not all done. Just the money is gone and tis nigh impossible to cash in when the fields are brown and soggy.

Long Live The Farm!!

Menu

Oh, looky. I forgot to do the minimum. Well, better late than never is the case in many situations, isnt it?

For the CSA produce boxes this week we have:
Half pound salad mix, of course.
2 pints cherry toms, and a slicer.
Minessota Midget cantaulope(oh yummy sweetness).
Green Beans.
Garlic.
Spagghettie Squash.
Large bunch of Carrots.
Cilantro.
I think that was it. Good stuff: the boxes looked deliciously beautiful.