Some days are better than Christmas. One person’s junk is another’s treasure. Yesterday was like both of those.
I don’t think I’ve ever written in any depth about "CSA day". That’s the term I use for the day our main farm product gets assembled and sent out the door each week. This is a big deal, both for the work involved and the small matter of this being our main source of farm income. You may cue up your personal copy of Queen’s "The Show Must Go On", if only in your mental background. See the picture? That used to be our living room. That’s 3 tables covered with 30 filled CSA boxes for our customers, with our box storage table in the background.
"And that, madam judge, are the reasons I have placed the cabbages in the order of 2, 1, 3, and 4". I spent most of this Saturday listening to about 60 variation on that speech, because I was invited to be a judge at a vegetable crops contest for FFA (Future Farmers of America) hosted by the Vegetable Crops department at UC Davis.