Monday, August 8, 2011
After barely being able to lift the basket full of produce from Frank and Betsy's beach farm, I picked my own modest haul from the silvertop roof above our heads. Last night we ate the tomatoes with basil and torn up bread, and the little ones with some good buffalo mozzarella.
Perhaps we should all expand our farms? I had some money from my 9-5 days squirreled away, nice and inaccessible (to me) and being tended by a money farmer. After today, I don't even want to look.
So I guess I'll keep on watering.