Yesterday was perhaps one of the most jubilant days of my entire life. First I should back up a bit. Last week was hard. And the months before it, were alternately stressful, joyful, and dreamlike in quality.
At some point in January, I happened to walk out to my driveway and find laying there, a free Durham Herald. Now I typically don't read the paper. Especially now that newspapers just aren't what they were 10 years ago. Our town's paper has gotten smaller and the quality of the writing has gotten spotty. But for some reason, I opened this newspaper and there was an article about a new farmer's market coming to South Durham. This new market was going to be Durham-centric and had a soft spot for new farmer's. I felt like God was whispering in my ear. Oh, and by the way, the article was very well written.
I quickly called my pals, Ladybug Farm, and said "Hey, let's apply!" There were to be cooperative spots for two vendors to share a stall. So we did apply. And I went to a few meetings and left all feeling star-struck (these folks weren't playing, they were serious about growing some local food). And I started working my butt off in the garden way earlier than I typically do. Then I was inspected by a team of real-deal farmers. And what do you know, we got a stall!
I have worked like a crazy lady for the past four months. And so have my friends and family. I slept little (but like the dead for short stretches) this past week in anticipation and worry: dreams about flea beetles, harlequin bugs, failing used fridges, wasted produce, failure. I woke up at 2:45 yesterday morning. I knew it was futile to lay there. At 6:15 my van was loaded and I was off. As we set-up and unloaded our shared goods, I was worried: "We have too much produce." "People are going to be upset that the flea beetles have chewed the leaves of these Hakurei turnips," I stressed.
By 9:30, I was fist-bumping with Aaron (LBF). By 10:30, I was ready to do some damn cartwheels. We SOLD OUT of vegetables. SOLD OUT my friends. And it was so much freaking fun. I loved talking to customers about our produce. How I cooked down braising greens for a quick week-night meal. About different varieties of kale. About how awesome the South Durham community was and how excited we were to be there.
Validating. That's the word for yesterday. I remember years ago, having had one too many glasses of wine, sick to death of my part-time programming job, saying to my friends of LBF "I've decided I want to grow most of my family's food. Look at this yard. I've got the space and I love to garden." Snapshot of me then. And above, a snapshot of me now.