Laboring on Labor Day
Shiloh and Kyle hauling in around 400 pounds of peppers!
Well didn’t that September just make a grand entrance. As if it were late, it came skidding in on two wheels, spraying gravel everywhere and nearly killing us all. Or at least that’s what it looked like from our vantage point crawling around in the peppers. I have attempted to not complain (at least too much) about the weather this year, considering all the craziness in last year’s weather, but something about the fact that it was also Labor Day goaded me a bit.
Nathan’s family stopped by this afternoon and I feared they might be acting on some legal orders from the humane society or something and we were going to be in trouble for making him work on Labor Day. I promise, though, he volunteered to work (and I never asked him if he regretted it given the heat index—some things are better left unknown).
The thing about running farm is that the crops have no idea it’s a national holiday! Nor do they seem to care. They (and the weeds) just keep on growing despite our attempts to reason with them over a 5-day work week. So we grit our teeth, put on hats, and welcomed September to our season with forgiveness for its crazy entrance. After all, it is September. It will be pleasant soon. And before we know it, we’ll have arrived at a season where we can actually celebrate holidays like normal people.