This past Memorial Day weekend witnessed two unprecedented events here at Fat Toad Farm:
The first, an honest to goodness family beach vacation. Every single member of Fat Toad Farm family vacated this little farm for FOUR WHOLE DAYS. Our first family vacation in about 15 years – since us kids were covered in pimples and awkwardly navigating the perils of junior high. The scene wasn’t quite complete without our oldest sister, Josey, who wasn’t able to make it up from Florida, but she was there in spirit.
What’s that you say? Real farmers don’t take vacation? I know, it was very un-farmy of us. But, Farmer Steve’s brother Proctor (my beloved Uncle P) was getting married in Bethany Beach Delaware and we just couldn’t miss it. …plus real Vermont Farmers don’t milk goats, so we’re already well out of the running when it comes to farm legitimacy. It was a beautiful beach wedding. Proctor and LaDawn glowed like little glowing-glowy glowworms:
…and I’ve never seen my cousins (Sam, Bill, Ellen) clean up so well.
The weather pulled itself together just in time for the ceremony, and Sunday was certified beach bathing weather. My 6 month-old son Driscoll provided endless hours on entertainment for family members and seemingly enjoyed his introduction to the beach – though he discovered ocean is freezing and sand is not tasty.
He does enjoy flying though…
The second, a sudden and violent death in the Fat Toad Farm automotive family while we were away. Evidently the universe felt compelled to reiterate that farmers must not take vacation and punish us for our Delaware beach transgressions. Our trusty farm truck, Big Blue, was smushed to death by a very large maple tree branch set free from its trunk by so much wind and rain. Several neighbors and a large crew of dudes from Tree Works helped us unburden poor Big Blue (who started up like a champ and the crawled 50 feet to freedom despite his injury) and dismantle the offending tree.
Well shucks. Anyone have a truck for sale?