Good evening, Kibitzers! I know I have mentioned before that I go to a terrific farm market, since there’s not a very good farmers’ market nearby like the one where I used to live.
My family has gone to this farm for many years; I think that, in 1960 when we moved up here, it was still a roadside stand on picnic tables, minded by the kids. The same family has owned the farm since 1894, and the fifth generation is now working the registers in the big barnlike market. They have greenhouses and sell plants in the spring, and also bring in hothouse tomatoes from spring until their own are ready. The farm sells mostly its own produce, but they will add carefully-selected local crops that they don’t grow. They’re picking greens and herbs and scallions now, and some early summer squash. Oh, and they also carry locally-made breads and fresh eggs, butter, and mozzarella.
It’s been strawberry season for a couple of weeks. It’s the only time of the year I bother with fresh strawberries, because the ones bred to be durable for long-distance shipping have all the charm of pink-dyed golf balls. I’m spoiled for my farm’s exactly-ripe deep red berries that were picked that morning. (I guess I should have taken a picture before I ate them all.)
Anyway, there’s a peacock up there because the farm keeps some “pet” farm animals in enclosures during the summer, so that kids can be entertained while their parents shop. I am not too old to be entertained by looking at farm animals. Below, some more pictures.
It was a pretty hot day.
I just googled The Farmer in the Dell, and as often happens, I learned some interesting things.
The Romanian language version is "Țăranul e pe câmp" (The farmer is on the field) but the hey-o is replaced with "Ura, drăguţa mea" (Hooray, my sweet heart) ...
There is also a Thai version to the same tune but with a slightly different story. The three verses roughly translate to "Why does the frog have a stomach ache?..."
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