Today is the first day of the Menands retail farmers market. The Menands market starts so early because we do a really big spring plant business. There will be very little, if anything, in the way of local produce. There might be some asparagus, spinach, and/or rhubarb, and maybe some of the last of the storage crops like potatoes. Mostly it will be plants (flowers and vegetables).
I will have pork, but I am sold out of lamb and chicken. I will have a couple of my neighbor’s lambs slaughtered in a few weeks to carry me through until I have the first of my own slaughtered in July. I was going to buy them from her and bring them over here for a few weeks so that they were “mine,” but that is kind of silly, I think. Why stress them out by moving them to another farm for just a few weeks and add to my labor by needing to manage a pen of just a couple of sheep? The reality is that if I took possession of them with just three weeks to go, my neighbor raised them anyway, not me. Calling that lamb mine would be like shipping in a cow from Mexico, then feeding it on US soil for a few days, and then labeling the beef from that cow as “Produce of USA,” which you can do under the current COOL regulations. It’s a ruse, a farce. Instead, I’ll skip the BSing and just let my customers know that the lambs were raised by my neighbor. I would be shocked if a single customer had a single bad word to say about it. It is not a producer-only market, so there is no problem with that plan market management-wise.
I love going to the farmers market, although it will be interesting to see what my stamina is like this year compared to last year. I started the market mid-season last year, in July, I think. Last year I attended for fourteen weeks. This year it will be twenty-five. Market days are long long days. They start with chores at 5:00am and end when I get home and unloaded about 3:30pm, during which time I am constantly on my feet, other than when I am driving, and after which I need to immediately do a round of chores. The thing I like most about the market is talking to people that are as excited about local food as I am. I am especially interested in those people that are just making the transition from industrial to local food. When selling directly, I can see much more clearly the contribution my farming makes to people’s lives than when I sell wholesale. I see my pork in the freezer at my friends’ store, but I have only a vague and abstract sense of it as my own. It pleases me to see it in the case, of course. I just don’t feel as strong a connection to it and sense of purpose because of it as I do when I hand the packages directly to people at the market.