snails can’t swim

I pulled this little guy off a leaf of swiss chard, after he’d been underwater a minute or two, thinking he was dead. Do snails breathe? Do they have a respiratory system? I pondered these questions as he flopped on the cross-beam, inert, soggy, pathetic.

But then, like a phoenix, those little feelers rose again.

Tomorrow’s the first farmers market, and we’ve spent the day frumping around in the rain getting ready. We’re in a slow spot with the vegetables these days, a little lull between spring and summer. We have also been able to sell pretty much everything we want through the stand and restaurants, so there’s not the sense of urgency there sometimes is about getting in gear for a market. I’m sure that later on in the season, when we’re strung out and tired, we’ll miss the lazy quiet June markets, sitting on the tailgate and eating brownies and talking with other vendors. There are worse ways to spend Saturday morning.