We wore my overalls to work (Trader Joe's) today and called ourselves farmers. My pin says "support local organic farmers" and that is a chicken on Jacob's shoulder. A woman came through my line and told me she grew up on a farm in Ireland. The more I talk about farming to middle aged people the more I find out nearly every middle aged person either grew up on a farm or had a close relative who had a farm. Now there are so few farmers...who will grow our food? The answer is other countries....but that is a whole other blog post. :0 )
Today at Chipotle after 6pm, if you wear a family farm related costume you get a $2 burrito...so we are waiting for 6pm to come along so we can have dinner. My sister is going to be the cow I was last year.
Lan, Jacob, me, and Emily as a frightening bunny.