Nothing, as noted by the photo my husband emailed me upon his return from the farm -- because I sent him there on the wrong day. Last week was the last spring pick up, which I knew, but I neglected to remember (or read in the email sent by the farm) that this marked the switch to the summer pick up days. Ours is Thursday; today is Wednesday.
To everyone at Siena Farms: I'm sorry that your lunch was interrupted by my idiocy.
To my husband: Well, you're a bit more used to my idiocy, but I'm still sorry to have sent you on the wrong day.