Cornfed Farmers' Market: A Photo Essay

Farm Vitals
Yesterday's high: 83F
Yesterday's low: 55F
Mood of the farm: Squishy

Next year...

...maybe I'll make a strawberry rhubarb pie with fruit from my farm
instead of the farmers' market.

Farm Vitals
Yesterday's high: 78F
Yesterday's low: 61F
Warnings: Threat of rain
Mood of the farm: peaceful
Reason to consider a new career: none today...

Saturday Happenings

1) Trip to Farmers Market with Dr. J. Since it has been obscenely cold here, there wasn't much to buy if you didn't want flowers, but I got some rhubarb for a strawberry rhubarb pie and some asparagus. Not to mention, some farming tips from a real farmer! Also, there was live music, fresh pastry, and plenty of fellowship to go 'round.

The highlight of the activity, of course, was the chiropractic assessment. Dr. J's spine was right on track, though the chiropractor-guys gave her plenty of diseases to worry about in the future. Just to make her feel better, I let them check my spine, which I knew would be Remarkable. Of course, it was, as they chronicled the many issues and abnormalities I had. Red warning signs all over the computer. Dr. J. was relieved, I think.

They also had a fabulous photo op that Dr. J tried. Not to be outdone, Maisy also gave it a shot. She definitely looked skeptical regarding whether this skeleton really applied to her, but since she didn't see any opposable thumbs, she decided to smile for the camera.

2) Grammar re: Farmers/Farmers'/Farmer's Market. I feel confident that the following bumper sticker is the least correct of all the options. However, many websites ignore the apostrophe completely. Please weigh in. I know my readers love issues like this.






3) The "hardening off" of the patio tomatoes has begun. One hour in the big scary world, and now, back safe and sound, on their porch. Maisy, as you can see, carefully watched over them.