The Preschooler and I have started in with the farm work required for our winter CSA. Luckily, it rained last Saturday so it was cancelled. The previous Saturday threatened rain, but then turned freakishly sunny and gorgeous just in the nick of time. Good thing because I’ve been itching to add some finger blisters to an already impressive collection of bunions. Thus began the first in a series of death marches into the fields. (The fresh air. It burns.)
Since the weather wasn’t quite right for harvesting (still too warm in the root cellar), our task was but to untwine the tomatoes. That didn’t look too hard. While I fixated on individual knots and my glorious vision of proper untwining technique, the Preschooler literally ran circles around me, a tail of twine dragging behind him at all times. By the end, the other four volunteers had untwined Rows 2 through 14 just as the Preschooler was finishing up Row 1. Meanwhile, I had tangled myself up into a gigantic knot for the last half hour, and had to sack-race my way to the finish line. The Farmer just rolled his eyes.
I have a feeling this is going to be a GREAT harvest.