They were born in February and March. Single, grass-like cotyledons springing up from the cold, moist potting soil in the nursery. Thousands of them, soft and supple, forming a carpet of growing tips that I used to run my hand over as I walked through the winter greenhouse to check on all the babes. I love the way they come out folded over-- creased right in the middle of that single fine stem-- and hang on to their black seed coats for a while, giving them a brief ride toward the scattered daylight.Read More
"I showed up around ten o'clock for my environmental studies class assignment. I had a hard time waking up, and the sun felt really intense even by mid morning. A woman showed us around for a while, and I tried raw kale for the first time. It was actually pretty good. Leafy tasting. I volunteered to thin apples before I knew what it meant, and I was happy I did: I got to be in the shade most of the morning, just cutting baby apples off the branches to make better fruit. I even climbed up into some of the trees, and for a few minutes I forgot all about my classes and final projects-- the sound of apples plopping onto the tarp, light filtering through the leaves, birds chirping nearby. What a relief."Read More
There's nothing and everything special about days like these, when the sun finally breaks out in the late afternoon and our backs are waking up for the week and I have no idea what to write about because any single moment could become an entire book if I explored it. I'm searching to find the most magnificent part to share, but it's all magnificent. It's all normal and wild, monotonous and exhilarating, tiring and energizing, frustrating and peaceful. It just is. And it's all really, really good.
So here. Here's this most majestic, perfect squash blossom to top off this most sublimely imperfect last day before Harvest Season begins.Read More
I arrived early today to finish revamping a little herb and flower garden near the farm stand, and to document all the beautiful crops approaching harvest. I've been struck dumb a lot in the past couple weeks, walking through a field, looking down to notice how fresh and thriving the [insert broccoli, green onions, carrots, peas, etc etc] are looking. It warrants another photo journal, since the brief evening one I did about a month ago caught nothing of this sort. It's really time. We're on the verge of harvest season.Read More
They planted onions all day. Patterson and Talon: yellow storage onions. Michael, Phil, and Sophie, with Hao, Mo, and Huiyang helping until three o'clock. Four beds that we'd prepped a couple weeks ago, covered with black plastic, and waited for the weeds to sprout and die off under the darkness. Plants six inches apart, four rows in each bed: almost 5,000 onions. Mo's mother is visiting from China for the next month, and she explored the fields to take photos while everyone tucked in all those plugs, one by one and two by two.Read More