But we’ve been making the most of the weather, even if the farm hasn’t. This past Saturday we all went down to the Roanoke Farmers Market. It was actually in the 90s and the kids were tired of standing there so I took them to Elmwood Park just down the road. Literally. We walked all the way to the end of the market, kept going a block and found all these water jets shooting out of the ground in front of an amphitheater. Kids were already running through it soaked and dripping and who was I to deny my own children some free entertainment? Satisfyingly soaked, they dripped back to our stall to tell Spencer about their adventure.
Yesterday, Xavier decided that we were all going to go fishing, right then. So after milking, we packed the truck and drove out to Lake Robertson on an impromptu expedition. The fish weren’t biting, which was disappointing to Xavier, but we went in search of the lake’s source instead.
A few years ago we went up there in springtime and we found baby turtles and tadpoles and all sorts of life. This time, mid-summer, all we found were an abundance of wineberries. Meredith ate the berries as fast as I could pick them while Spencer helped Xavier cast his pole into the lake. I remarked that I couldn’t help but think of hunters and gatherers. Meredith stopped eating and said, “Men like to hunt and women like to feast.” Too true, says I.