About me...

Because this journey is intensely personal, there will be times when my posts will be about more than just rebuilding the physical aspects of my life. They may be random and sometimes I think they may not even make sense to some. But whatever I post here will be as honest as I can make it, no punches pulled, telling it like it it. I hope that I can share some insight with others who might be going through a similar transitory period in their own lives. With luck and perseverence I know I will eventually successful in my new life. I have very high hopes for all of this but then I had those when Dave was alive, too. I am naturally a pretty optomistic person, I think.

I posted this last January. Dave died in March. Funny how life changes so quickly.


Last Saturday, I was a vendor at my best and favorite farmer's market.  It was so cold, I thought I would never feel my right big toe again but even so, it was exhilarating!

Since it is a winter market,  there weren't a lot of people perusing the venue early on.  That gave me a chance to look around and really "see" my fellow farmers. Usually I am so busy from the time I get to market until take down, this is something I almost never get to do.

As I looked around the market, I noticed quite a few new  faces. One thing that really struck me was the number of women farmers there. I didn't make a count then but looking back, I am pretty sure we farm femmes outnumbered the gents by about 30-40%. And most of these were the growers/producers/farmers, not the wives coming to help out.  Guess I got my feminista on over it, because it really made me happy to see that and I was jazzed for the rest of the day.

As I stood there Saturday, I thought how great it would be to really connect with other women that I have something in common with and to share ideas or just maybe vent about the things we face in our chosen lives.  I am very proud of the work I do but only someone who does it can really understands what it involves. Only another farming woman would understand why my nails are dirty and ragged all summer, why my hair is hardly ever combed and why I have grass stains on the knees of every paid of jeans I own.

I have worked along side my husband and as an equal partner in our organic farm venture for over 10 years now. As I think back over the last decade, the number of women at markets and other venues has really grown during that time. I have met and gotten to know several great women farmers. I'd really like to meet some more.

Three months later, I no longer had a farm to work or a husband to work beside of.  Life really sucks sometimes.