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Due to the kindness of others, I have fresh veggies. This is important because, you know, I’m eating and stuff.

I went out to Squirrel Farm yesterday to help SQ’s mom put a culvert in. THERE WAS A BULLDOZER or some heavy construction implement that I might or might now the name of but which reverted me to my inner 12-year-old boy. I played in the dirt for awhile and was told, kindly, by the neighbor farmers that I was in the way. This happens to me more than you would think so I took it in stride. I like to think I was there as a support system. Or at least that’s what I tell myself.

SQ’s mom has a real, authentic pea patch. So after the bulldozery thing left and the culvert was buried, we went picking purple hull peas. I was a bit nervous when SQ’s nephew said something about snakes but I was a trouper. I can handle a snake. It’s the spiders that get you. (I’m a spider hater.)

With peas in hand, later in the day, my favorite farmer brought us peaches n’ cream corn from his farm. This is the second year that I’ve been brought corn in a feed bag, which I find charming. I can eat corn (and tomatoes) for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

I was offline for most of the day playing in the dirt which was fun. Sometimes you just have to be a kid.

I did a poll later in the day about what career choice I should make. I was told by my favorite farmer that the farming life wasn’t for me, but I could come out to his farm to do color commentary.

I find this to be an interesting job. I might pursue it.