One of my main goals this summer is to visit a lot of farmers’ markets and the farms that give them so much life. I’m off to a great start: two weekends ago I found myself at the huge, celebrated Davis Farmers’ Market in Davis, Ca. And last weekend I visited my friend Heather in rural Pennsylvania, where she is two months into a nine month apprenticeship that goes deep into animal husbandry. Reading about it on her blog is fascinating and worth a long look. The sounds of crickets was loud, everything was exploding in shades of green, and at night Heather took me to visit the sleeping peeps, who make the cutest cooing bird night noises. Perhaps the bird version of talking in your sleep. All around, pretty magical.
Nothing beats a farm breakfast, except perhaps a camping breakfast. I was graciously treated to a perfect, cheesy omelette with eggs and cheddar from a nearby Amish farm, and amazing red wine and rosemary-cured bacon made by the folks at the farm I visited: North Mountain Pastures. They’re at the Saturday market in DC; pay them a visit if you’re in the area.
Those amazing eggs. Different breakfast.
Four year old Kaj led us on the best farm tour.
Then we went on a little hike along a stream in the woods. The cat came with us the whole way! He was in his element: troubleshooting each stream crossing and never failing in creative solutions for getting across without getting wet. Best kitty ever!
We ended here, at a little fishing hole with a porch swing on the far bank. I love how vibrantly green the east coast is. California doesn’t have this.
But California does have this:
Adorable toddlers requesting that you take the pit out of the cherry. His mother was better suited to the task.
The first plums of the season.