The moon is a waxing crescent. It looms so large over in the west. The stars are bright and sparkly. The sky is very clear.
Coming home from Wednesday farmer's market in the dark has at least one advantage. I get to enjoy the starry sky while opening the gate. I wonder why the sky is so particularly clear this evening? Has some weather system pushed out the particulate matter that sometimes obscures the constellations?
Another short sleeved day. Nice.
PS I am so very grateful for our customers. Many have made their way to the new venue. It is a bit hard to find. Off the beaten path. Yet they go to the trouble to buy their bread and lamb from us. And their veggies and chicken and beef from other small farmers. They know we depend on them, and it humbles me. Coming to this farm has meant many good things to me. Seeing our community expand through the local farmer's market has been one of the best things that could have happened to our family. I am thankful for the new market and all the people who make it happen. So many lives intersecting. What a beautiful thing.