Wednesday, August 3

There is Not a Day That Goes By


...that I do not think of some sort of aspect of farming.  

Is it ancestral voices calling or merely a fixation?
 
I was delighted to learn that one of our new volunteers, Kathleen, has a small farm on which she raises free-range chickens.  I asked if I could purchase eggs from her and did not flinch when she quoted the price of $5.00 per dozen.  I expected it.