The sun was potent - almost stultifying - this week at the farm.
Maybe I was in a daze from the sun, but I decided I wanted to wander out to the rumor of beehives in the fields.
Strolling among the rows of gorgeous produce, I had the WEIRDEST aromatic experience. Potent broccoli on my left rose up to meet sweet basil under my feet while savory thyme wafted from my right. My nose was so confused, "Pesto? Roast chicken? Pesto roast chicken? Broccoli?!"
Hundreds of bees catapult out of the hives, like angry circus clowns out of a cannon. It was a little scary and I didn't linger out there. I kept thinking what my Dad told me a million times as a kid who freaked out around bugs, "If you don't bother them, they won't bother you."
I turned around to head back and saw this view. Worth the entire farm share fee - if you ask me.
The raspberries are coming in beautifully this year. Alas, only 1/2 pint this week. Because we have to share. With others. Screw you, others.
Guess where these went next. Hint: they did not go in my pocket.
Yup. In one fell swoop. Right. In. My. Mouth.