Fowl Mouth: Farmer Ann Gets Black Hands

“Almost all of our relationships begin and most of them continue as forms of mutual exploitation, a mental or physical barter, to be terminated when one or both parties run out of goods.” - W.H. Auden

Well, I spent 2 hours yesterday shelling the peas received on Sunday from our FNOF. I promptly vacuum sealed them in three bags for return to said FNOF.

This morning I went and picked sun gold cherry toms also for said FNOF, bearing the peas.

He was most pleased with the peas sans shells and quickly showed me where to start picking. He has the cherry toms in Greenhouse number 2. It's like a jungle in there. Tomato vines over your head. When you are picking, you can faintly hear the sound of toucans and parrots in the distance and the occasional cry of a jungle cat. Once I heard a howler monkey, I SWEAR.

OK maybe it was a rooster.

Or the Tookie Tookie Bird (ah ah ee ee tookie tookie).

So I picked for two hours and got about 6 gallons picked and only got down 1/4 of one row. I'm tellin ya, there are some toms in there. By the time I was finished my hands were black with tomato smarm. I can't quite figure out why, if you have gold tomatoes and green vines, your hands turn black after picking a while.

Anyhoo, the whole quote and tomato thing was to let everyone know that the barter system is great. I get free veges and he gets free labor.

I got some pics and a film of the chicklets: