This past weekend was what I like to call “go time.” Honestly, we’ve been working and going all spring and even in the winter. But the ground has dried up, for the most part, and the plants need to get into the field. The weeds are starting to emerge, and the final projects need to be wrapped up. It’s time to go. I’m sure many of my fellow farmers were experiencing “go time” this weekend, as well, and I’m so happy for them.
We worked some shorter days last week to prepare for long hours this weekend. I did the farmers market and a farm tour for a wholesale customer while Hans and some crew worked all day on Saturday planting, cultivating, spreading pelleted chicken manure and laying plastic for the field tomatoes and peppers. What a wonderful feeling to get so much done.
Monday has come too soon. Yesterday was more work, catching up on housework and laundry and running errands. I woke up exhausted and not excited to start another week. If only I had the energy of my 20-something youth. I could stay out all night with my friends, sleep for a couple of hours, slap on some eyeliner, drink a Mountain Dew and work all day. Oh, how times have changed.
Usually, spring’s pace eases us into the workload slowly so that by June we’re well accustomed to the longer days, heavier harvest totes and endless to-do lists. But it seems this season it’s all at once, and I’m struggling to gain some traction. It’s almost as if I’m a rookie all over again.