My New Friend

Find the strawberry stems

During our delicious sausage, french toast, and cut fruit breakfast this morning, Sarah popped in to grab our burner for the cheesery, and to tell us some bad news. After saying yes to our new dog (10 mo. border collie/boxer mix, Valentine) and after we had just bought a new reflective collar and leash, dollar store tennis balls, and red and green biscuits, she says she has some hesitations about the dog. Kenzie spent the morning stress-eating strawberries. She left a trail around the house. We will find out in 24 hours. Cross your fingers for us and manifest some good news if you believe in that kind of stuff. Kenzie keeps saying "I don't think it's gonna work out," and I keep shushing her, telling her she's going to  manifest the bad news.

Ok, maybe I planted this one little strawberry stem

In other news, I made my first friend since moving to Hancock (besides my very special friend with whom I would not be here without to share hikes and peach rings and kisses with. Love you, Kenzie).

He is 65 years old. He is a farmer. I took my first trip to the Peterborough farmer's market alone today to sell our cheese. There were not many customers at the market; however, I spent an hour chatting with Vince, my new friend. He runs the market, but "really just comes to socialize and get his coffee." He came over to collect the seller's fee and said, "Mind if I pull up a chair?" We talked about vegetables and contra dancing and the different types of yoga. We talked about good places to farm and how to find our people. 

Towards the end of market, there were no customers, Vince had long  since left, and all of the sellers (6) were gathered around one table chatting while I sat at my cheese table and read my book, "Goat Song." It wasn't all that bad but I prefer to be moving about and working with my hands. (Although  I do enjoy discussing the flavor profiles of the cheeses with customers. And apparently I like shooting the shit sometimes.)

I sold 56$ worth of cheese at market. Sarah's cheese mentor told her
it wasn't worth going to market unless she was making at least 400$ there. Eek.