The Farm

We finally made it to the farm! My mom has never been to the farm but she's heard me and J talk about every inch of it for 9 years. She was as enchanted with the place as you'd expect. At first, there was a brief mix-up where I thought the door was locked (and that would be odd considering it's never been locked in 9 years of farm visits). We had to get the woman at the ice cream store to call Brian and tell him his "2:00 appointment with a girl named Martha" had arrived. I hated to pull him away from work, especially since the terrible rains have already gotten him behind on harvesting. While he went back to work, my mom and I walked down to the pond where I had briefly contemplated swimming. Brian says the pond is clean and fine for swimming, and I believe him, but you couldn't even see the bottom right at the edge - that's a no go for me.