My name is Albert St. Pierre, and I was never so happy to lose a farm. Let me explain.
My late wife Marie and I grew the usual assortment of New England summer crops on our small property for many years together. We planted one field to sweet corn, another to squashes, and raised up a great many tomatoes and peppers. We produced some darn tasty sweet onions, too. Folks weren’t so keen on salads at that time, so that wasn’t part of the mix and nobody but my Italian friend Vinnie had much use for garlic.
My Marie, she had the green thumb with flowers. Why, back in the day her perennial garden was the envy of the county, and she also had a way with annuals like zinnias and sweet peas. We raised chickens for some twenty-odd years, too, but they finally got too smelly for us. Their eggs surely were tasty, though.
But Marie passed about three years ago now, and then my consarned foot had to be amputated from the diabetes. So when our great-niece Cammy got laid off her job as a programmer, I thought she just might want to take over Attic Hill Farm as a change of pace. She grew up summering with us, she’s always been a smart cookie, and she absorbed a good bit of farming knowledge along the way. She’s already gathered quite the group of regular customers, even some of those nutty ones who call themselves locavores. It’s a shame she’s had to run into a murder or two in the last year, but she managed to use that brain of hers to figure out who did it before even the police did.
I spend my days now in the lap of luxury over at Moran Manor Assisted Living. I have a nice big sunny room, a kitchenette, a computer, and a whole raft of folks who do the cooking and cleaning. It’s not fancy, but it’s clean and friendly. You ought to stop by and join me for a meal or a mean game of Scrabble. I’d welcome you.
You can read more about Albert and Cam in Til Dirt Do Us Part, the second book in the “Local Foods” mystery series, published by Kensington. The first book in the series is A Tine to Live, a Tine to Die. Books are available at retail and online booksellers.
In the second Local Foods mystery, Til Dirt Do Us Part (May, 2014), the growing season is winding down and the fall days are cold and dark. The produce is local – and so is the crime – when long-simmering tensions lead to murder following a farm-to-table dinner on Cameron Flaherty’s farm. It’ll take a sleuth who knows the lay of the land to catch this killer. But no one ever said Cam wasn’t willing to get her hands dirty.
Comment on this post by 6 p.m. EST on May 30, and you will be entered for a chance to win a copy of TIL DIRT DO US PART. One winner will be chosen at random. Unless specified, U.S. entries only.
Meet the author
Former organic farmer Edith Maxwell writes the Local Foods Mysteries about farmer Cam Flaherty, a Locavore Club, and locally sourced murder (Kensington Publishing). Under the pseudonym Tace Baker she writes the Speaking of Mystery series (Barking Rain Press), featuring Quaker linguistics professor Lauren Rousseau in small-town Massachusetts. Edith holds a PhD in linguistics and is a long-time Quaker. She also writes award-winning short crime fiction. A technical writer and fourth-generation Californian, she lives north of Boston.
Follow dru’s book musing on Facebook for book giveaways, contests, posting about discounted books and some of my reading musings.