Picking days are always fun.

It’s the day where the farm feels most united.

A group effort to accomplish a goal.

Picking and packing hundreds of kilos of vegetables.

I’ve mentioned before that sentences like, I just moved” make a mockery of that enormous amount of work excluded from such a short sentence.

That’s how I feel about the sentence picking and packing vegetables.

There’s getting the crates, getting the trolleys, getting the clippers, knowing what to look for in a ripe and pick ready vegetable, picking it correctly, loading it up into the ute, unloading it, sorting based on the weight and appearance criteria, adding labels, putting the vegetables into the truck.

And despite the laborious effort, it’s quite enjoyable.

There’s laughter, shared sense of accomplishment, and a completed goal every week.

That’s picking and packing.