We are packing and delivering CSAs a day early this week because of the 4th of July, which means, I thought it was Tuesday all day, and I am going to continue to be off by a day all week. It is a bit uncanny how our sense of time is fastened to our work. Most working people operate on the Monday through Friday, 9 to 5 clock…not us. On the farm, pretty much everyday is a workday and our clock is set to the rising and setting of the sun. Our days vary in length, based on our trips around the sun and our work fluctuates based on weather fronts. We don’t revel in the same frenzy for Friday and Sunday is never really a day of rest. But no doubt about it, farming has its own sense of freedom. My “boss” is my partner and best friend and if at any point, it gets too hot, we have full liberty to head down to the cooling waters of the Kickapoo. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, even though the work is hard and the money is always tight, it beats the hell out of a desk job all seven days of the week.

~Joy