This week you are getting: red potatoes, yellow onions, Chioggia beets, daikon radish, carrots, squash, cucumbers, lemon cucumbers, eggplant, green beans, cinnamon basil, Swiss chard and sweet corn. A few melons are just starting to come on and some of you might get them. Fruit shares will get about 5lbs of a variety of peaches this week!!!
Reminder: Jacquie is out of town through the 14th of August. I would like to make a request for no changes to your shares during this duration. Dani will be coming into the office on Sunday. If for some reason changes have to occur during this week, I ask that all phone calls (no email) are made by Sunday noon. Thank you for your patients with the men folk while I am gone!
So God Made A Farmer By Paul Harvey
And so on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board.” So God make a farmer.
“I need somebody with arms strong enough to wrestle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait for lunch until his wife’s done feeding, visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon—and mean it.” So God made a farmer. (Ha! Maybe in the 50’s!!!)
God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt. And watch it die. Then dry his eyes and say, ‘Maybe next year.’ I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe craps. And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain’n from ‘tractor back’ put in another seventy-two hours.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the day in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish weeks’ work with a five-mile drive to church.
Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life ‘doing what dad does’.” So God made a farmer.
This poem means a lot to us, I hope you get some enjoyment out of it too! Jacquie, Jerry, Kyle and Alaina