Wednesday, August 13, 2008


In case you didn't know it, my dad is a farmer. Lawyer by business hours, farmer by every other time of day. In the heat of the summer, he'll get up and tend to his tomatoes before breakfast. If there's a late freeze in spring, he gets out the tarps and space heaters to protect his peach crop. All the pains taken throughout the year ensure that we eat fresh from the garden -- even those of us no longer living under his roof -- as often as we can. Farm-to-table? Psshaw. It's all right in mom and dad's backyard...

Farmer Jim is SO ahead of the game.

Farmer Jim's famously fresh tomatoes,
in all manner of exciting shapes and colors

Homegrown apples make me happy. DELICIOUS.
Also, not the size of my head.

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