Yes, my husband is a farmer

Currently, we live in a rural part of Western New York where it is common to meet and have the opportunity to know your local farmers. On the other hand, it took almost three years before we finally met our next door neighbors. They live pretty far from us and we never cross paths; we can’t even see their houses from ours. However, we didn’t always live in a rural area. There was a time when we lived in the suburbs. Yes, it’s true. We lived in the East Bay, about a thirty-minute drive from San Francisco. Everyone lived in little boxes, the kids walked or biked to school, and each neighborhood had their own swim club. Remember the show, “Desperate Housewives?” You got it. I was a desperate housewife.

We lived near every convenience; I could walk or ride my bike to three grocery stores, which included Trader Joes and a farmer’s market on the weekends. Although, we were in the middle of suburbia, our house was next to a 150-mile bike path and across the street was 900 acres of hiking trails. It was pretty nice. We interacted with your neighbors on a regular basis; we traded lemons from our tree for oranges from theirs. Everyone had twelve-foot high privacy fences around their properties so we all had, well – privacy.

I recall having a nice conversation with one of my neighbor, which ended with me saying that my husband was a farmer. She was stunned, shocked, needed to pause…then said farmer??? “Well – isn’t that cute.”

After she left, I thought about it – everyone has to eat, everyone! The animals that are eaten, they have to eat too! Not everyone needs an investment broker, a secretary, a computer technician, a chef, a banker, a pilot, a salesperson – those are jobs people can digest but the brave, incredible individuals who endure the impossible and work so hard to feed everyone on the earth along with themselves are CUTE! Yes, my husband is cute but that is beside the point.

Most people have never met a farmer, the hard working individuals that are feeding their families.

What a crazy world we live in.

I highly recommend that everyone – get to know their farmer.

I am so glad I did.

My cute farmer

My cute farmer

 

Ithaca Sound Maze

During the month of October while harvest is in full swing and activities abound, Ithaca has its very own sound maze. It is similar to your standard corn maze with loads of paths, some dead ends, but with a definite Ithacan flare.  The Ithaca Sound Maze features interactive ‘instruments’ and sound installations created from found and recycled materials, which are hidden throughout the maze. They are huge and built for more than one player.

Last weekend, Mathew and I went with some friends.  At one point, the boys ran ahead and just when we thought they were gone forever, music floated up from a nearby corner. Found! Luck for us, they always went left at each intersection, which also helped. At one point, I heard the tune from “Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind.” It was a magical day. If you are ever in Ithaca during the month of October, you must visit the Ithaca Sound Maze; it’s not to be missed.

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