Rain boots? Check
Muddy as hell? CHECK!
Please don’t judge the uneven row. We are a little rusty. The next bed of lettuce will be a straight line. (Actually, that never happens!! but we try!)
You see that crazy looking contraption? That is called a row marker. It is heavy, awkward, and takes two people to walk it down a bed. Ideally, you and your partner walk in a straight line. Obviously, I had a little too much coffee this morning and was all over the place.
But, despite the zigzag row of lettuce, I am hopeful. I can almost taste my first farm fresh salad. And if I remember correctly we grow lettuce the size of my head.
Yep. The size of my head.
Anyway, since it’s still freezing outside, and farm fresh salads are still a ways out, I moved to the next best thing. Soup.
Roasted garlic soup with a side of rosemary potatoes. This soup will knock your socks off as well as warm your heart. Recipe tomorrow. This farmer is off to bed!