Time passes. Slowly at times, like when I'm bending to thin lettuce seedlings and my back is barking. Quickly at others, like when we're back and forth harvesting a dozen different crops in a morning. Back and forth between the extremes, every week, every day, every hour. I realized last week that we'd reached the half way point of the season. February, March, April, May, and June-- the growth period, expansion, push push push-- are now gradually falling into the roll-out harvest of July, August, September, October, and November. We've made it past the hump, into full summer abundance, and I continue to be baffled by how quickly things grow, change, and fade. Last week my Oregon Country Fair vacation was the longest period since January that I've been away from the farm-- just five days-- and it feels as if we're already suddenly in a different period.Read More
In continuation of last weeks's Market Zone Part One post....
I beep the horn a few times as I pull past Michael in the red truck. Two interns have already left to open the driveway at the hospital, and two youth farmers are following behind Michael to meet us there. A basket flies off the truck as I cruise down Game Farm Road, and I look back in the rearview mirror to see Michael pulling over and running out to grab it. Got my back. It's in, and we're off again.Read More
For the first time this year, Ted and I walked the fields together. In my focus on all the seedlings and greenhouses, I'd almost forgotten the acres surrounding them, patiently braced against winter. There's an old adage that the best fertilizer is a farmer's footprints- or something like that- and it always turns out true. Even when there's not loads to do out there, making regular observations inevitably turns up new developments, new projects that need attending, new pest or disease or irrigation problems that need solving.Read More