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.