Friday, September 22, 2000

Busy Busy. I have a mountain of dirt in my backyard, and a moat between the pizza hut and my house. The wonders of indoor plumbing are about to bring the pizza hut into the 21st Century. When we first moved here, the hut was a toolshed with girly pictures on the wall and pencil marks indicating the amount of hay baled each year. Maybe Jay could use that tried but true system to keep track of the # of pizzas he makes.
At 1:27 it will officially be autumn, my favorite time in Vermont. Although everyone has complained about the cold wet summer, I think it was just fine. Our subscribers had a bounty of vegetables, including amazing white, Japanese, and striped eggplant, and even artichokes. Around this time, we (Jay, Dave, and me) have great ideas for doing things even better next year- i hope we remember them later. I think Jay should do cooking demonstrations with the produce so people will know how to use them. Oops I guess he's kind of busy making pizza on those days.

Tuesday, September 19, 2000

Last night I was walking out past the farmstand, past the greenhouses on the dirt road leading out to the cutting flowers. I was just passing the last greenhouse when the sky turned pink with sunset light, and I realized I had about 5 minutes to cut 2 bouquets, or I would be searching for sunflowers in the dark.
This morning at breakfast, I realized the sun was not streaming directly into my eyes, but had moved south, out of range of the window. Soon it will be an effort for the sun to get up over the yardarm (whatever that is) before it goes to bed again. Is it really September already? Apparently so.