WTF Week: Summer Week #17 – 10/01/25
I’m not going to lie. This weekend when I looked ahead at the forecast, I said out loud to myself, “What the fuck.” Every part of me is done working in temperatures over 85 degrees. No doubt I knew my crew was going to have similar sentiments. Late September and October are supposed to be our weather rewards for working out in the heat all summer! We should be fully out of gatorade pounding season and into sweatshirt season.
So I decided to try and put a fun spin on the week. I messaged out to the crew that we were going to call this WTF week. This could be interpreted however the team wanted!
Monday morning was spent discussing how we could make this week fun – what WTF week means. For lunch I surprised the team with 8 pints of various Culvers custard flavors at lunch, and extra time to brainstorm how we wanted to get through this week of HEAT with some silliness.
The outcome is a sort of spirit week on the farm!
For Tuesday, the crew decided to do an alter ego day. I can’t stop laughing. Connor dressed as a rock climber. Samson is dressed as a clown. Meghan is dressed up as the red neck version of herself. Marin went middle aged hippie mom. Katie is dressed up as a party girl, complete with funky sunglasses, neon hair ties, and charm bracelets. So fun!!! I went full on football coach with a visor and a whistle and I’ve been saying coaching euphemisms on morning…. “field position matters” and “we’re up against a tough opponent, but do what you know how to do and we’re golden” and “huddle up”. I’m literally about to drive a 4-wheeler out into the field with my whistle and shout, “Hustle up! Those peppers aren’t gonna harvest themselves!”
So silly! And such a fun way to approach the unpleasantness of more heat. We could all be whiny about it, or we can make it fun. I always tell my crew that their positive attitude is the best tool they bring to the fields.
Wednesday is beach day!
And Friday is Fu@#$#ed Fashion Friday – this one should be good and random.
When life gives you lemons….
Sincerely,
Farmer Cassie


