Wednesday, October 30, 2013

When FARM is a 4-letter word...

I attended a lovely Gala last night to commemorate 50 successful and innovative years
of business for the company that employs me.
Other than the beautifully lighted room full of the ambiance of candles and the decadently prepared food and intoxicating wine, I think my favorite part of the evening was connecting with dear friends and colleagues of mine from the past 10 years.  

It was truly magical to see them all again.  Yes, so very magically magical.

And magically, they all had the same question for me,
"So! How's the farm going!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

(Notice, It wasn't really a question, but rather asked as more of an exclamation that you reserve for inquiring about some of the more fabulous things on earth.)

I tried to deliver the message to their shinning faces that they wanted to hear, with my best customer service skills I had, and only hoped I didn't reveal my inner most secret thought, that at times,

"f  a  r  m" ,
is a 4-letter word!

I didn't have the heart to tell them;

,,,that "Take That F@#ker!" are the first words out of my mouth more than I would ever admit.

...that snakes don't always stay outside but will scare you into an incurable state of post traumatic stress where you'll never go to the bathroom again in the middle of the night without a flashlight and a prayer.

...that pruning blackberries leaves your arms looking like the victim of a violent slasher movie, cut into hundreds of bloody little pieces.

...that picking gallons of blueberries a day gives the same painful carpal thumb effect that too much texting does to teenagers.

...that weeds won't pull themselves when they spread and smother the life out of the 60' of vegetables you planted, composted, mulched and sprinkled holy fish water over.

...that your eyeballs burn like h*ll when the farmer across the road plows his field, blowing a fine fog of dust all over everything, causing your washcloth to resemble the face of Jesus...in dirt.

...that "organic"means working your @ss off only to have your beautifully vine ripened tomatoes eaten by some alien-like, leaf-footed devil beetle bug from "Men in Black".

And,

...that wood rots, bees sting and you can't fool that b*tch, Mother Nature.

No...

I didn't have the heart to tell them,
...all of them with their happy faces full of hope and everything good.

So, I told them the same thing I keep having to tell myself, from time to time,

...that, "It's fabulous and I couldn't be happier!"




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