I reviewed the list of items I was supposed to have on hand and double checked that all were present. I then lamented my messy handwriting and disorganized record keeping. When I am tired, the first thing I drop is data entry. That means a lot of records exist only erratic script scrawled across muddy pages. This was so apparent when looking at the farm history I was about to present.
But the inspection went well, despite this. A walk around the field, a visual check of our facilities, a discussion about materials, a tracking of crops from harvest to sale, and the inspector was on her way. After she left, I walked out to find Jim. He was weedwacking the aisles between our wintersquash. I told him that it was done and that I felt definitively good about it. And then we stared at each other for five minutes in disbelief. We then realized, we had a full week of work ahead of us and we had better get to it.
To double down on relief, it rained! We have been begging for rain for weeks now. It was dusty and dry. We were constantly cycling lines and sprinklers to keep all of our crops healthy and able. I remember watching what looked like a good storm coming in while I was picking squash Monday night, after having the inspection earlier that day. The thought "dreams really do come true" repeated in my head, the way thoughts do when you are performing some sort of physically demanding but not mentally demanding labor. Rain, and a completed inspection. Now I would be able to relax. It didn't rain then, but in the middle of the night, Jim and I woke up to the delightful sounds only rain can make. We shared a moment of exclamation and gratitude before falling back to sleep.
Without more rain to follow, it is only a brief respite from the constant demand but we will certainly take it without complaint.
Looking forward to seeing you at market. Check out our cabbage and garlic this week!