This weekend was the epitome of why I love when summer begins its slow shift to fall: bright blue skies, a crispness to the mornings and dew-laden grasses, soft breezes, and shifting clouds-to-sun, leaving you packing an extra cardigan and scarf for dinner out on a patio somewhere, just in case the air turns a little chilly.
I am so glad, then, that I spent the entire weekend outside. Yesterday, I tended the chickens and the garden, then headed over to Big City Farms Indianapolis to volunteer my time (and pick the brain of farmer Matthew). The location was idyllic, if you’re thinking of the quintessential urban plot: bordered on one side by a major highway, on the other by a very active train track, and overlooking both an old factory that now houses an antique mall AND the buildings of downtown Indy. Matthew runs a CSA and supplies a handful of restaurants via seven different urban plots scattered about the city.
I learned a lot in just three hours and really hope I am able to continue volunteering (and, from a purely selfish standpoint, LEARNING) with him. A very cool guy running a very cool enterprise. Actually, I think he should just hire me, but you know… that’s just me. I may just continue whoring myself out as free labor to the various people doing awesome things here in town until one of them decides I’m so totally indispensable.🙂
And then it was time for the Tour de Coops, which we had originally planned on being a part of, but pulled out after our various chicken woes this summer. We met some lovely chickens, though, including Gumbo and Chimichanga:
Way to go, weekend! You were an awesome one.