Man am I happy to see March arrive. I have always wondered why they made February the shortest month of the year and then every February I am reminded why. I am tired of winter, tired of watching my favorite basketball team lose, and tired of the color brown. I know that we are suppose to love all the seasons that Mother Nature gives us, but I don’t. I could very well go without winter and live a perfectly content life. My feet feel better in flip-flops than they ever do in scratchy thick socks.
Archives for February 2016
A Letter’s Worth 1,000 Words
I received one of the best letters that I have ever received in my life this week. No, it was not my Publishers Clearing House check from Ed McMahon. It was a letter from a 6 year old kiddo named Everett. Besides having better cursive handwriting than I do, he took the time to let me know that he loved the Thai bananas and wanted me to bring him some more. He finished by thanking me for all of the fruits and veggies and added a picture of me in a delivery van and him scarfing down bananas. It almost brought tears to a grown bear’s eyes.
A Few Things…
I have a bunch of things that I want to cover, so let’s jump right into the deep end. No dipping a toe.
New newsletter. Same ramblings as before, but now with a new look. Since the first week of June, 2003, I have used the weekly newsletter to help keep things straight in my mind. We have a lot of moving pieces trying to marry a farm with a distribution system. These weekly notes help make sense of it all for me. Along the way, it also is a fun tool to educate our members a bit and run our business in a very transparent manner for our members.
Growing Without Pain
What does your summer tomato look like in February??
I woke up last Sunday morning to the sight of broken glass. Someone had decided to use the back window of my truck as kicking practice. $230 later I was asking myself why people can be such jerks to fellow neighbors. But as I drank my coffee, my spirits were lifted as I began to see something beautiful unfold with the farm—members coming back to the table and bringing friends with them.