Growing Joy

Might be better than flowers

I have this love/hate relationship with Thursday mornings.

First of all, Wednesday is always my highest step count of the week. I run from 8 a.m to 8 p.m. By the time, I go to bed …. every muscle in my body aches.

I should have walked around the bed a few times to get that last 17 steps!

I like nice round numbers.

I am so exhausted. Every muscle in my body aches. Yea … I just needed to say it again.

Where is that Calgon to take me away???

Thursday morning comes along and I need coffee. Lots of coffee. And a shower.

I want to stay in bed.

But I had the silly idea last winter to open at 8 am … not 9 am. Silly me.

So … as Dolly would sing … I stumble out of bed and pour a cup of ambition.

Through the haze of exhaustion … I remember Wednesday night.

I am soooooo proud of what Connie and I created.

Connie used her beautiful graphics and her clever use of words. I have a somewhat pretty spot, a great cornzebo for relaxing and one of the best views in Scott County. And together, we started this market to provide local food and a buffer against inflation.

After all … eating local is an act of resistance.

Together, we are building a tiny FarmHers market.

On grass.

On a farm.

On a gravel road.

In the country.

Five or six women vendors where we grow or make everything we sell … from lettuce, eggs, handspun yarn, sourdough bread, jam, soap, flowers, baby bok choi, quilts and fruit.

Last night, Brandi brought peach pies right out of the oven. They were still warm!!!

What is making this market different … is you. Our customers.

You are bringing joy.

There are deep conversations about the difference of pullets vs chicks, about why this 2-ply yarn cost more than this single ply yarn, and how a stick of butter goes into the sourdough croissant bread.

There are people strolling the gardens. There are people petting cats. They relax in cornzebo or enjoy the porch swing in the lath house.

Last night … some of our favorite customers were making Pina Coladas and passing them out! For fun! It was amazing!

This little market has a happiness quotient of 11/10. And it all on you.

You are building community on my little farm. You are creating a space that beyond mine and Cliff's wildest dreams.

And I thank each and every one of you.

We won't have everything you want or need for your kitchen or home.

But maybe … we have what your soul needs.

Thank you. ❤️

See you next Wednesday night.