The farm had a logo contest earlier this summer, among friends, with the prize being that we'd buy the beer of the winner's choosing for the whole crew, and spend an evening engaged in the activity of their choice. Well, the girlfriend of an intern won, and it just so happens that last night was her last night at the farm this season, as she's moving west, so the celebration did double duty. Sweedish Kubb on the lawn, with a cooler full of craft beers, the farm's pickled beets and beans, and some homemade hula hoops until dark. And then, it wouldn't have been a respectable farm night w/out hopping into some body of water in our underwear, lucky for us, the pool was right there.

Oh, and I made a killer vegan cake.

Now I'm making my dear husband breakfast, so that he can get out into the fields to work on the hops. There's a tour coming by on Monday, of local brewers, of local growers, and the hops have taken second cake to the CSA and the never-ending weeds inherent in organic growing, so it's catch up time.

And then, it's to the GTA for his sister's birthday. My fingers are still crossed for Hillside, but I'm having a hard time justifying paying full price for acts I don't know, in the predicted rain. So we shall see how we feel the day of, perhaps. Either way, I still have high expectations for the weekend. Our extended abstinence from the GTA has, truly, made me grow fonder. It's become some sort of strange curiosity, which is several steps up from where it has previously stood. I can appreciate it. As long as we continue to only venture in every couple of months, that is.

And now I must make coffee.

Happy 24th of July, folks!