|My blossoming peas|
|My table at last week's Farmers Market|
|A bulbous alien invasion on my cob|
Once I figure out how to cook it, that is.
|Ripening canola field off Hwy 29|
Colorado Circles, held with friends of spirit and laughter. I hope to burn many a bundle, send off a few, save some for gifts or maybe even sell 'em. We shall see.
Approximately 30 minutes after I posted my bit about not being ready for bigger markets and lacking things like, y'know, adequate produce quantities and food scales, Brent pulled up and whipped out a fancy scale for me to use:
|Ta-da! Spinach not included.|
|Me with a wind turbine arm - it's like a whale|
|Edge of a wind turbine|