As I digested the end of my fine butternut squash/spud/tomato/beans and pasta soup, today I chatted with John, one of the two young farmers up in Maine we've been following. He was standing in the turnip row, the last crop of anything, apparently, pulling out some small, sweet 'nips, and reporting that, yes, the parsnips we elder gardening gals had weeded had come out fine, and the overflow was stored for their own use this winter.
Meanwhile, unaware of the absence of all those CSA customers until the following summer, the clucking ladies are putting out 30 eggs a day, on average. Selling for $4.50 a dozen, the eggs are available to anyone who drives up Summit Spring(s) Road and inquires--and a local co-op is also selling some cartons.
All in all, Season One was a success, with steady, satisfied customers, and the SSF show will not be cancelled. ( Don't ask about cover crops--too wet, too cold, too late. The weeds will have to do.)
ps The farming duo are expecting a particularly precious sprout mid-December, a crop being well-nurtured with plentiful, healthy food.