This is the final week of Summer Harvest at Wild Hare.  Maybe it is the drizzly weather, plucking the last few ripe tomatoes from the field, or maybe it is the result of combing through hundreds of photos  of the growing year in a single afternoon, but wrapping up Summer really brings out the wistful farmer in me. My heart can barely handle it. Honestly.

To our customers, our crew, our family, our friends and community partners (and to so many of you check multiple boxes)—THANK YOU.  Your trust, your dedication and sincere enthusiasm for this farm are what keep us going and growing.  Mark and I have chosen a very weird and difficult life, but the people with whom we share our life and livelihood make our toughest days worthwhile and our successes that much more meaningful. Thank you so much for choosing us to be your farmers.  Eleven Summers in and it still means the world.

Some Mondays, I get up and kind of know what we’re going to be working with over the course of the week ahead. On this particular Monday, we woke up to foggy fields and 48 degree temps, which definitely marked a change in course and yields for crops that have been wildly abundant for the past couple of months. The fruiting crops are slowing down. Tomatoes, melons, and cucumbers are still on for this week, but in much lesser degree. And fittingly, we’re picking the last of our Summer Squash and filling up many many bins of Winter Squash simultaneously this week. So, this is my roundabout way of suggesting that some of this stuff is going to feel more precious, and I encourage you to treat it as such in whatever way makes most sense to you—a fresh salad, a sandwich, straight up dripping over the sink, its up to you.