Turn Around Bright Eyes

5.22.17

Amazing colors in the rainbow chard (which is doing great!)

 I’ve been singing Bonnie Tyler for weeks. Come on, you know the song.  It’s the strawberries’ fault.  When you grow 50 different things in a season, it’s inevitable that a crop or two will end up in the “loss” column.  Well, that’s what we keep telling ourselves anyway.  This year, much to our dismay, it was strawberries.   

Also when you grow 50 different things in a season, you can always “turn around” (now you can sing Bonnie Tyler too!) and immediately see a crop that’s doing great!  So that’s what we’ve had to do: just turn around and look elsewhere.  The lettuce crop is great, the blueberries pulled through any potential late freezes despite blooming early, the carrot crop, albeit a bit late, is the best stand of carrots we’ve had in years, etc.  

So turn around bright eyes, we’ll be alright. So we’ll have a few less strawberry desserts.  Not the end of the world right? No, indeed, we will survive (in case Bonnie Tyler was stuck in your head).

 

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Dancing Farmers

5.16.17

Sometimes farmers do rain dances.  Mostly, we’ve been doing sun dances.  Today, we’re doing our happy dance because the sun is shining!!  Probably by the end of the week, we’ll be doing cloud dances, but the most important thing is that we’re always dancing.

To you, it might look like fretting and complaining, but on the inside, we’re dancing.  Today though, we’re dancing on the outside too.  Just like sunshine improves berry flavor, it also improves our “flavor”.  Suddenly, the world, quite literally, doesn’t seem so dark and dreary. 

 

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Let them eat ice cream!

5.8.17

 

That sky and strawberry ice cream are good for our souls

 

Today, my need for dessert superseded my need for a clean house.  Can you blame me?  I got tired of pitching damaged but still somewhat edible strawberries into the compost because I had no time “to deal with them.”  So today, I switched teams.  I am usually on the “crossing things off the list” team, but not today.  Today I played for the “culinary pleasures team.”  Today, I made strawberry gelato with a vanilla-balsamic swirl.  

Because sometimes the farm can overwhelm us.  Especially in the spring. Sundays morph into division-of-labor-let’s-get-as-much-done-as-possible days and there’s no reprieve until November.  It becomes more important than ever to stop and enjoy the fruits of our labor.  Because if not, what’s the point?  Well, aside from feeding y’all, that is.  And surely you would join me in saying, “let them eat ice cream”.

 

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Resilience

5.1.17

 

The resilience of Merlefest fans

This morning I did a guided meditation on resilience. I ain’t gonna lie: it’s been a tough spring.  But it’s not the first time we’ve faced challenges and setbacks.  Farming is a difficult career.  I mean, there’s all the normal stuff, and then there’s the weather!  But I digress.  I listed to this guided meditation on resilience.  It ended with a poem :  

            Where could I find enough leather

            to cover the entire surface of the earth? 

            But with leather soles beneath my feet,

            It’s as if the whole world has been covered  

It felt pertinent.  We, all of us, deal with challenges and setbacks all of the time.  But we keep going.  We are a resilient species.    Just this past Saturday, I heard a moving TED talk by Monica Lewinski.  Remember her?  Of course you do! I do too.  I’m probably guilty of cracking a Monica joke or two back in the day.  It never occurred to me to think about it from her perspective.  But here she was, talking about resilience.  She said that if someone had told her such a story about such public shaming before it happened to her, she would have said she wouldn’t survive.  But here she was, talking about it in the past tense.  It also felt pertinent.  

We too will be talking about this spring in the past tense.  Just as we have every other challenging moment we’ve left in the past. We tie the leather to our feet and move on. We are a resilient species.

 

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Community

4.25.17

 

Negative and positive effects of all this rain (soggy tomato roots (don't worry, they'll make it) and blueberries who love all this rain)

 

There’s a very soulful version of the song, “Can’t stand the rain”, by the Commitments, I think, that has been running through my head for the last two days (any wild guesses as to why?).  It’s a bit of a paradox, that song.  She sings of heartbreak and pain, with a hauntingly beautiful voice that keeps me coming back for more.  Despite the subject matter, the song feels good. 

This spring has been a bit like that.  We’ve suffered some setbacks (the deep freeze losses, the wind damaged high tunnel, etc.), and one might think that this week’s flooding would just pile on.  But I don’t feel piled on.  I feel the community rallying around us, wanting us to succeed, and desiring our little farm as part of their community.  And it feels good.

It’s the community that keeps us going when the going gets tough.  It’s your faith in us that lifts us up and helps us begin each day with a ray of sunshine, even when the forecast is just for more rain.  Thanks for your support.

 

Hickory farmers market opening day this Saturday!

4.14.17

Jaclyn bunching radishes on our first harvest day of the season. 

So God Made a Farmer

4.6.17


Just some of the spring blooms that make me nervous: blueberries

 

You’ve probably, by now, heard Paul Harvey’s 1978 “So God Made a Farmer” speech-if not the original, you’ve probably heard the excerpts played in a super bowl truck commercial (that’s where I heard of it).  After reflecting upon this spring’s weather, I’d like to add a sentence to that speech:  

“God said, ‘I need somebody to worry and fret over, complain about, and generally just not enjoy the weather’

                                --So God made a farmer”  

Honestly, I used to enjoy a good thunderstorm.  Now I worry about too much rain, too hard of a rain, hail and wind.  I used to enjoy an occasional snow to sled upon.  Now I only worry that I’ll not have the strength to push it off from my high tunnels.  I used to enjoy spring-the blooming trees, the push of green from the earth, the sense of renewal.  Now, well… you get the picture.   All this fretting though, makes every success seem like a miracle.  This, perhaps, is why God “needed someone to worry and fret over…”  Because when we finally put that vegetable to our tongue, it is with a formidable sense of gratitude.

Even farmers get the flu (as it turns out)

3.9.17



Did you know farmers can get the flu?  I didn’t either.  I’ve always had a more than solid confidence in my immune system.  I chalked it up to healthy eating and farm lifestyle (read: we eat a lot of dirt).  But the flu came and knocked me right off that high horse onto my humble backside last week.  I was down.  I would crawl out of bed long enough to make it to the greenhouse before I’d have to go back and take a nap. I hardly noticed the unseasonably warm weather for the chills and the haze that enveloped me.  

I’m not quite sure what to do with this new information.  What, then, is a farmer’s claim to fame if not a superior immune system?  I’ve always counted that among the “fringe benefits” of farming.  Alas, I reckon I’ll not be so quick to eschew the flu shot next year.  

Anyway, I’m back in the saddle (of my much lower horse) and we’re busy planting for the upcoming season.  Yep, it’s that time of year again. 

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