On the road again

Hello! I’m waiting to get an oil change and terri is back at her folks hving what she calls her “morning constitutional”. She means showering and having breakfast and doing back stretches. I think it sounds vague and euphemistic, and also like something Margaret Dumont would have in a Marx brothers movie

More from Summit Springs Farm

I honestly got too distracted with the new toy this evening to post a full update of the rest of the weekend goodness at Summit Springs. So, while I have few words, I do have some video.

John and Sonya’s tomatoes are first, awesome (we were lucky enough to come home with a pint of yellow cherry tomatoes that were sooo good), and second, under siege by tomato hornworms.

Tomato hornworm

So, here’s John capturing one in a plastic container:



The hens, however, enjoy the worms:


New toy is here!

So it turns out that my iPhone did come last week, it’s just been sitting in the
FedEx facility in South Boston. I’m typing this on the WordPress app from a train somewhere under Cambridge. Trying to get used to this keyboard… It’s very odd. I feel a little “Jane! Get me off this crazy thing” with all the typos I’m making.

Still, it beats the pants off the Treos were using at work, which we used mainly because they did ActiveSync with the Exchange server. Which the new new iPhones do. And they’re cheaper. And they aren’t going to make people miserable like the Treos did.

Sorry for the pointless commercial but this really is going to make my work life much better.

Greetings from the way life should be

Terri and I are up in Poland, Maine, with our gracious hosts at Summit Springs Farm. Everybody else has gone to bed hours ago, but I have not quite been able to get to sleep. Everyone else is beat, not just because some of us are a) farmers b) got up at the crack of dawn to set up at the Bridgeton, ME farmers’ market, but also because c) there was sort of a disturbing incident at 4:00am, which I probably should not go into in detail, beyond assuring you that it did not involve us or our hosts, and as far as we could tell the sherrif had the matter as well under control as possible. Nonetheless, by the time our part in the event was over, everybody needed to decompress a bit, and poor John had to get up in 30 minutes to get to the farmer’s market.

Bridgeton (Maine) Farmers' MarketBeyond that, though, we are having a lovely visit. After we got up, had breakfast, and got a tour of the farm from Sonya, we headed over to the farmer’s market to meet up with John. By the time we got back, it was 2:30 and the farmers needed to nap. Terri and I took a drive around the nearby towns and I picked up some interesting books, including one called Arithmetic for Printers which I suspect is going to be useful. Sonya made us an unbelievably delicious korma for dinner tonight, and I’m looking forward to a breakfast tomorrow from eggs that were laid by the chickens today.