Saturday, October 29
We meet monthly for breakfast, we “urban farmers.” The name reveals two facts: (1) we once lived on farms or engaged in farming of some kind; (2) we now live in the city. Rural farmers pull chairs up to farmers’ tables at local restaurants. Why can’t we do the same in a city?
Not sure how many years we’ve enjoyed this camaraderie. More than ten. Today we drove an hour for breakfast — to The Juniper Spoon which is the kitchen used in my daughter Lali in her catering business.
I was too busy eating eggs, bacon, ham, potatoes, coffee cake, fruit and granola to think of taking a photo of the breakfast table, but once outside, the camera was with me.
Lali gave a tour of the garden and then we all got to work.
Alan Mast worked on light fixtures.
Mike Wigginton and Mil Penner made three benches.
John Jay Boyce, Ted Danielson and Mel Swartzentruber harvested sweet potatoes.
Thad Wilson and Del Culp laid a brick walk.
The crew emptied three compost silos.
Then we sat around snacks before returning to Indianapolis, with rural dirt on our shoes.