Food for Feeding

David is back at Farcical Farm now, hanging out with the gang and harvesting food from the garden in the midsummer heat. He is happy to report that Tonka is doing just fine after his few days of hot feet and careful movement. Can you hear my sigh of relief? I have one more week of brain-bending course work to finish in the unseasonably cool and wet Toronto, but I am itching to get back to the ranch. Especially so that I can eat these things out of the garden instead of just being taunted with pictures. We don't have anything on Daun, but it's still kind of nice to know that we might be able to sustain ourselves for a couple of weeks if push came to shove.