Funny how I can remember every single opening day for the past four years, April 17, April 16, March 31, April 15 but I can never remember exactly when we close. I attribute it to being so excited to open for a new season of strawberries in the beginning and then by the end being so worn out and tired and hot I'm just ready to throw in the towel. I've always said the corn maze is fun but strawberries are work, and boy have they ever been this year. Between the strawberries and CSA and The Boy and The Girl (especially The Girl. I was not at all prepared for how hard running a business would be with a 'new' baby. Wow. That's all I can say) and The Husband and running for him and all the other incidental drama that comes with being an employer and dealing with the public. I find myself feeling the same thing I always feel at the end of a season, just times ten this year. Bittersweet because it's over and relief that I don't have to get up and work out there in the 80-90 degree heat and sun all day (I mean will I get to a point where I stop sun-burning, or will I just successively burn every single day? And honestly it hasn't even been that hot yet).
|My step-dad cut this out of last Sunday's paper for me. It about sums up the last six weeks or so.|
|Nothing a little ice cream and a laugh can't fix!|
|Making new Friends|