Stone Barn Farm Day

by ACP on August 7, 2010

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“Why did the chicken cross the playground?” my son asks.
“Why?” I say.
“To get to the other slide!”

It’s not the greatest joke, I know, but my son was proud to tell it. Of course, this is not the greatest slideshow I’ve posted below, either. Not by a long shot. Actually the quality sucks, and I’m not sure what caused this. Our farm excursion to Stone Barn, however, was the greatest thing ever. A full summer day of blue sky, sunshine, and the perfect hill to roll down. The smell of hay, feathers, and warm eggs freshly collected. Finally, potatoes dug from the earth with our bare hands. (In the car, on the way, we did have to explain that it was the potatoes we were going to dig, not the eggs. City kids.)

August is shaping up to be a month of much work, little play, but we take our pleasure where we can—preferably someplace with clean air and a change of pace. I won’t be posting much (who am I kidding: I haven’t been for most of the summer already), but promise to return in September. I’ll fix the video or get some kind of slideshow plugin. I’ll write in full about our day on the farm and replace this post with one that really counts.

Until then, I hope you enjoy the last weeks of summer, and that you find yourself knee deep in all the colors of the season: Those gorgeous heirloom tomatoes in reds, yellows, greens. The corn and squash and mint. Those amazing peaches and other stone fruits. Oh, yes, and the figs that have finally returned.

All this bounty—go make the most of it. That’s what I’ll be doing.

See you back here soon.

(In the meantime, you can try to play the slideshow below. The slider button at the bottom is cropped off but it does seem to work.)

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