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June 14, 2008 12:44 PM
Answering Phones
I took a call from a customer this morning who started out,
abruptly--"How much for your strawberries?"
"$6.00 for a quart," I answered. "$3.50 for a pint--by volume."
"You don't think that's a little high?"
"No."
I didn't elaborate. I just waited for her to respond.
"But we have to pick the strawberries."
"No. You GET to pick the strawberries. Most places won't let you go into the patch and pick the best of the crop."
"But that's an outrageous price. That's what you pay in the store."
"Does the store let you pick your own strawberries, or do you buy them shipped in from Mexico or Fresno or someplace?"
"..probably shipped in."
"Exactly."
She sounded a little grumpy, as though she understood the argument, but was determined to grind and chisel and insult for another ten minutes.
The phone was ringing and there were other people who wanted to pick strawberries without insisting I take a vow of poverty.
It's not that I don't appreciate a bargain, or someone who wants to earn one, but when someone uses the term "outrageous" pricing with me, I am happy to give that customer away to someone else.
The workman is worthy of his hire.
June 14, 2008 8:06 AM
Farm Saturday Summary
A little news round up: we have lots of strawberries to pick according to Jeff Hammond and Mario, so come on up and pick 'em!
We still have spots for The Night Before Father's Day at the Old Packing Shed tonight--and for a mere $10 you can catch (and let us cook) your own rainbow trout.
We are still looking for a good, strong female actress in her late thirties to early forties to play the part of Anna Trowbridge Smith. We've had a lot of fine reads, but no one yet seems exactly right for the part. (We're also looking for someone to play the town's young Harvard-trained pastor and a charging alpha-male merchant prince from Boston.)
Those are the roses in front of the public house--as recorded by one of our kitchen girls--Haley Kaiser.
The rose and grape arbor is just about done; all we need to do now is plant the grapes and the roses and train them up.
There are still spaces open for Summer Day Camp up here on the farm. The staff is really putting their heart into making it a fun, craft-filled, game-filled time in the country--so sign up!
A little blast from the past: The Riley Family at Williamsburg four summers ago: (shortly after this picture was taken, I was tied down by the Lilliputians.)
More of the Farm Journal -- June 13, 2008
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