|South Pork Critters Totally Excited about Open Farm Day|
You know...I have a hard enough time adjusting to the ridiculous daylight savings time thing we go through in this country (all the clocks in our house, and I mean ALL, are set to different times as I have no desire to synchronize them anymore) without having to deal with Blogger and all their self important mandatory changes. Who do they think they are anyway? Free ? Besides, flexible is no longer my middle names. Befuddled, comes closer.
So, Open Farm Day has come and gone. Although not a single soul registered officially for Zan Asha Queen Bee talks, she still ended up talking to a table for 6, meaning those folks (myself included) knew more about bees after the workshop than before. The bad thing was I was not able to hear all of Zan's information about why Queen Bees get to live two years and worker bees only get to live for weeks, because the good news is...we had a ton of people show up for the Open Farm Day.
Technically, it was about 80 people, a little short of a "ton" but whos' counting ? Me.me and me, that's who. I worried a bit that no one would show, that the weather would crash, that we'd run out of cookies, that no one would eat the cookies, that I should've gotten more of the M&M Cookies like Zan said instead of those all too common Snickerdoodles, that the overly romantic turkey would make the pastor from Farmer City his new lover...
Not to worry. It was cool but sunny, no one tripped and fell in the milk parlor, piglets frolicked in the field, (one even frolicked in the front yard to the great amusement of our bee-teaching from the Bronx) and people...bought things. Soap and meat and lip balms and chicken and someone even bought a 1/2 beef. The 10% discount on all sales generated more sales, funny how that works and giving away a T-shirt for every $50 spend was a BRILLIANT idea. Of course it was Keith's idea, I was still all hung up about getting the right cookies.
Before we knew it, the day was past. Zan, took a nap, (due to PTGD, Post Traumatic Greyhound Disorder) while I geared up for our NEXT event: the staff from Green Grocer in Chicago coming for a farm tour tomorrow. Then after Zan woke, and got her second wind and began prepping for her next series of bee talks tomorrow at Antiquity Oaks, I ran out of energy and as soon as I am all ready for tomorrows guests, I am so hitting the hay.
Yikes...now where did I put those leftover Snickerdoodles?