Whew.
That was a long day.
It rained and even ice slushed for a few minutes. It was cold. Wet, you know, from the raining.
Our tent wasn't set at the top correctly and leaked, pretty much right on my head.
We sold 200 packages of breakfast sausage. 8 jars of spice. A couple bags of bean mix. We ran out of business cards. We talked to folks about permaculture, Ossabaw Island pigs, milk and apple fed pork, bacon, soup making, recipes, gardening, and babywearing.
We grilled up sausage samples. We danced with our children in the rain.
It was a good day.
Our first farm crawl, in 2007, was when Lily was three years old. It was the best day. I was pregnant with Holly. I ate chevre for the first time. Lily picked apples. We saw a real beehive for the first time. Watched a kid rescue a wooly bear caterpillar from chickens. We lived in the city and were still longing for a farm. Longing is a soft word for it. We were suddenly brokenhearted at the thought of raising our children in the city. We needed this life.
In 2008 we toured farm crawl, meeting our soon to be neighbors and mentors.
2013, setting up our booth at Farm Crawl is still like a dream for us. I think the folks we were in 2007 imagined having a farm, but never having a vendor booth. We just wanted to do this for our own family. Now we teach others how to get started. That's pretty cool.
Through farm crawl we have met so many wonderful people. People from all over Iowa, people we have learned so much from, people we pass knowledge on to.
I am so grateful.
Sadly we didn't get a single picture.
I'm you in 2007. We only made it to one farm and had to head home for the evening. Didn't make it to your booth, but glad to hear you had a successful day. Thanks for writing about your experiences because I really enjoy reading about them!
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