Friday night our faith community sponsored an art show in town that we really wanted to attend. Foolishly I thought that it might be possible to finish picking and prepping for the market in time to make it to show. But as it turned out we were still working into the night to get ready, so we missed it. Then we were up at 4 a.m. to prepare, load up and set up before the market opened. Fridays and Saturdays are our busiest days on the farm.
For those of you who are farmers market vendors, obviously you already know this. For everybody else, remember that when you see your farmers on Saturday morning they’ve been up a long time after likely putting in a very long day on Friday.
But I don’t mind the long hours on Friday and Saturday (except on those rare occasions when that interferes with something else we want to do). For me, as with most of us I assume, it is a labor of love.
And it was especially satisfying that yesterday was our best day ever at the market, just as last Saturday had been. Our community is beginning to support local food, and our farm, in a very encouraging way.