I love it when a bride wants yellow. Such a rare treat! We had two weddings this past weekend with very different color themes---great for us, cause we may not have been able to cover both otherwise. It made for a crazy week, but now we can breathe deep. Gear up for strawberry season. We picked our first ones this Friday. We're not ready for this! Our CSA begins this week as well, which means from here on out it's as if we're caught in a vortex of all things farm---things speed up, and we feel like Ellen Burstyn cleaning house in Requiem for a Dream. Yikes.
In other news, our poppies are unimaginably happy---our best crop yet. I counted nineteen buds on one plant. Holy shnikies. I wish they had a better vase life, but I guess their ephemeral nature is in part what makes them so beautiful. We're thinking about doing a recreation of the scene from Wizard of Oz---one of the only video cassettes we had in the house growing up. That and some bad version of Tarzan. (No wonder I'm so weird) We want to make a documentary film of our farm and crazy lives next year. We've always wanted to do this, and I think next year we may be able to squeeze it into our schedule since our house will be done. We'll see. Also in the news, my man and our Durham Farmers' Market display made it into the New York Times dining and wine section. So awesome. The picture isn't really that great--Stuart looks like he's wiping his nose and the angle is a little weird. The foodies who wrote it also mistook our poppies for freakin' nasturtiums---seriously? Shouldn't all foodies know their edible flowers? But we'll forgive them this. We were pretty psyched about it all. I think now, on this lovely rainy day Sunday, I'm going to begin this new book.....so I can be an even bigger flower dork. Maybe I'll have time to finish it between now and October. maybe.