The downside to harvesting

Filed under:General — eric @ 10:06 am

“So, Eric,” I’m often asked, “what’s the worst thing about harvesting your vegetables for market?”

Well, it’s not the crimp in my back caused by being bent over for several hours straight. That does remind me I’m getting older, though.

It’s not the picking of salad greens, leaf by leaf, plant by plant. That’s really the only way to produce a high quality salad I can be proud of.

It’s not having to wear a flashlight strapped to my head so I can work in the fields well past bedtime. With the darkness comes cooler air, which is good for both me and the vegetables.

It’s not the cold rains that seem to always hit at dusk on harvest night. When it’s been dry the rest of the week, rains are always welcome.

It’s not the staying up until the early morning hours, only to have to get back up a couple hours later. I attended New Mexico Tech, where such behavior was a daily occurance. Once a week is child’s play now.

No, the worst thing is when my brain decides to start singing to me, when I’d rather be listening to the chickens clucking over roost space and the other natural sounds of farm life. My brain’s serenade selection, in infinite loop no less, this week was “Judy in Disguise (With Glasses)”. And even that might not have been so bad had my brain only known the words.


  1. Oh, I HATE it when my brain starts singing something it doesn’t know the words to. I just want to say, “Stop it brain. You’re overreaching. You don’t know that song. Shut up shut up shut up shut up.”

    Comment by Blaise — 5/17/2004 @ 8:51 am

  2. Well I enjoy solving problems. since I can’t tell your brain not to sing it, the best I can do is teach it the rest of the words.

    Judy in disguise,
    Well, that’s what you are,
    Lemonade pie
    with a brand new car.
    Cantalope eyes come to me tonight
    Judy in disguise with glasses.
    Keep a-wearin’ your bracelets
    and your new rara,
    Cross your heart
    with your living bra.
    Chimney sweep sparrow with guise
    Judy in disguise with glasses.
    Come to me tonight,
    come to me tonight,
    taking everything in sight,
    except for the strings on my kite.
    Judy in disguise,
    Well, what you aiming for,
    A circus of horrors, yeah,
    Well that’s what you are.
    You made me a life of ashes,
    I guess I’ll just take your glasses

    Comment by crash — 5/18/2004 @ 4:47 am

  3. No wonder my brain didn’t know the words. You’d have to look to Finnigan’s Wake to find more incoherent prose.

    Comment by eric — 5/19/2004 @ 2:18 am

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