This past week was not filled with concerns about irrigation or weeding, instead it was marked with sleepless nights filled with anxiety over the impending birth. We received word from A.J. (my brother by law and by choice) early last week that Liz would be induced. Up until that point, we had experienced nothing but excitement over August Wolfe’s arrival, but as soon as we heard that Liz was in labor, we were suddenly overcome with concern for their safety. Helen and I took turns sleeping that night, as if the evening had need of an unwavering watch. The sun rose that morning, and we were still in stasis, waiting to hear good news. Our morning coffee was quiet, no dialogue about the plans for the day. I began to diminish my worries by reminding myself that Liz was Helen’s older sister, and easily ranked amongst the most formidable people I’ve encountered. In addition, I knew A.J. was there at her side every step of the way (A.J. is an equally formidable person (Mountain biker extraordinaire and well known enemy of disreputable businessmen)). We had no choice but to get the day underway. Off to the farm.
We worked deliberately and quietly through the early morning. Focusing in on our tasks helped us suppress the worries we had gathered during our restless evening. The lack of sleep was clearly taking a toll on our productivity and our demeanor. Thankfully, our businesslike communicates were cut short as we discovered the incoming email from A.J. I’m sure that his own words were different from how I remember it, but I heard it as: August Wolfe has arrived and he was born with a heart that seeks adventure; Liz is safe and courageous. I’m a father, and I love my son. The rest of the week felt like a blur.
We invited ourselves to Pittsburgh for the weekend and Liz and A.J. were happy to have the company. We arrived there Sunday with boxes of fresh veggies and two extra sets of hands to help out. Helen spent the majority of her time in Pittsburgh holding her new nephew. It seemed like every time someone put August down, Helen would come and pick him back up. Our time there passed faster than it had any right to. On Monday night we began the 4 ½ hour journey back home.
Tuesday we got back to work, back to paper work, back to harvesting, back to weeding. It almost felt like our hurried trip to Pittsburgh had been a waking dream brought on by our sleepless nights. Surely our new nephew was too wonderful to be true… thankfully I took pictures! Happy Birthday August Wolfe!
That’s all for this week at Whistling Wolfe Farm. Snack pepper sale will continue this week, but unfortunately the tomato sale has finally come to a close. Have a great week everyone!