If we were having coffee, I’d probably be thanking you for swinging by the coffee shop and picking something up for me on your way here. You’ll find me at my family’s farm, way out in the back fields. It’s strawberry season, which means I work on weekends. Don’t worry about getting lost–there are maps located in the black mailbox fixed to the orchard sign to pick up as you drive in. When you get to the patch, you will most likely find me under the canopy greeting customers and handling check-out.
In case you haven’t figured it out yet, my family runs a strawberry path and we are open for business! Although our first day open was on Wednesday, we have been easing our way into the season. It’s always like this. The first wave of berries are ripe and then we have to close for a couple of days to let the rest catch up. We’ve spent our “days off” pulling weeds and preparing fields for customers.
It’s always exciting when a new season begins. I live in a small town, have been working the patch for over ten years, and it’s always great to see the regulars again. One of my favorite things is interacting with all the little kids, who often have red splatters all over their faces from taste-testing the fruit in the field. Today, a three-year-old boy gave me a dandelion! He was so cute! His mom told me that, “He wanted to give a flower to the nice lady.” Kids warm my heart.
Also, a lady gave me a four-leaf clover today! I was so excited! I’ve never actually seen one before!
If we were having coffee, I’d probably vent a bit about the challenges of owning a strawberry patch. There is a LOT of work behind the scenes and, often times, the weather doesn’t cooperate. If it’s too hot, the berries get mushy. If it’s too wet, the berries get watery. We work very hard to produce a good crop, but there is a lot that we can’t control. One of the hardest parts about the whole business, for me, is that customers aren’t always nice. They get mad at us if we’re closed, get fussy if the berries aren’t pristine and perfect, and cast us dark looks if they have to wait to be placed in a field. Yesterday while closed, I was waxing one of our tractor mowers behind our barns and a guy came up to me and chewed me out for not taking down all our road signs. (If we took down all the road signs every time we were closed for a single day, that adds two hours of work.) When dealing with difficult people, we do our best to smile and be polite, but it’s really frustrating at times.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I dearly missed linking up with you all last week. I had a great weekend and you would have heard all about visiting friends in Rochester and spending the night at my brother’s apartment. But, by the time I had time to write, I was too depressed over the Orlando shooting to muster up the will to try. I haven’t said much about the attack here on the blog–or on any of my social media platforms–but I’m still reeling. I’m still angry. I still feel like I can’t even touch the topic in writing–there’s too much to say and no words feel right. So I will continue stewing and, maybe one of these days, the proper words will come.
This is the time when I turn things over to you. How has your week been? Anything exciting happen? What would you share over coffee?
This post is part of the Weekend Coffee Share link up at Part Time Monster