I spent the last week hobnobbing with and learning from the movers and the shakers in the sustainable agriculture community. Nothing can make you feel as insignificant and ordinary as milling about in this crowd, I tell you. At the same time though, my brain is overflowing with new information and my heart is overflowing with gratitude for the willingness of these giants to share that information with the likes of me!
And now, in the days of coming down from such collective effervescence of a thousand like-minded (ish) agriculturists coming to learn together, I find myself in a tangled jungle of thoughts and ideas. It becomes difficult to sort them all out in a practical way so that we can implement them on our farm in this season or an upcoming season. See, the very seasonal nature of our work makes it difficult to implement any new techniques if they come about after the plan is made. A plan has us already taking step after step along an already forged path and deviation means looking up from the path, risking our footing, while things are coming at us left and right.
But I’m trying to sort it all out and relay it to Jason in small conversations organized around a single topic rather than one giant idea salad.
Because we need the space for spring crops, we have torn out the winter crops and will no longer be attending the winter market. We are planning for the best season ever in 2019, which requires big space. We will miss all your smiling hungry faces, but we'll see you in April!
Meanwhile, we are as busy as ever purchasing seeds and supplies and hiring our "farmily" and you could be a part of this by purchasing a harvest share! It works like a subscription where you pay for the season up front (or in increments) so we get the cash flow when we're spending the most money and you get the produce when we're producing the most produce! All the details can be found here, you can sign up here, and you can always contact us with any questions or concerns or to set up a payment plan!
Obviously, I did not take this picture with my smart phone (I didn't even have the hubris to try) Photo from Griffith Observatory
With a name like “Super blood wolf moon”, who would dare to resist? So there we were, nipping outside for a quick look every few minutes, then sprawling out in front of the fire, well past our normal bedtime. Turns out, we could have just watched it live on-line and skipped the most frigid night of the year!
I loved that whole idea: the comfortable way to witness this phenomenal astrological event. Does it get more 2019 than that? Don’t get me wrong, I probably would have opted for that if my internet was fast enough (for a slow moving eclipse??), or if I had realized that was an option. But still it makes me smile in awe of both our hubris and our ingenuity. I mean, who would think we could even do such a spectacular astrological event justice? I mean, surely you need the frigid wind to heighten your senses in order to be able to process the appropriate amount of awe! But of course we can!
It with no small amount of hubris that we announce that we are about to have the best season yet on Tumbling Shoals Farm. And you can share in that season by purchasing a share in the harvest. You can find more details here, and register here. You can always contact us with any questions or concerns you might have, or to set up a payment plan.
Of course, in order to have the best season yet on Tumbling Shoals Farm, we need to be preparing ground and planting for it already (yes, already!). Which means that we need most of the space for the upcoming season that has been nourishing us this winter. Which in turn means that we are not going to attend the winter farmers market in February. We just need the space (I swear it has nothing to do with the frigid temperatures and wind!).
Wind? What wind?
The wind prediction was for 0-2 mph all day. But the sun came out and warmed the bones of the valley we live in, which stirred up the breezes and challenged our best laid plans. But the carrots need to be sown in a high tunnel this week are there are no other tunnels immediately available. Plus we hate to get off schedule so early in the year, and Emily had driven up from Hickory, and IT WAS THE PLAN! so we covered that darn high tunnel in the wind despite ourselves.
I’m not sure what life lesson we are supposed to glean from this, but I’m sure that there is one. It took us twice as long and about four times the effort, but by golly, we got that sucker covered. Your spring carrots will be on time just by sheer determination. Maybe that’s the life lesson: when things don’t go as planned, exercise sheer determination to get to the end destination. Is this good advice? You tell me (in May when you’re eating those carrots).
Welcoming the first seeds with the first sunshine
It is with great hope and optimism that we enter the new year. It’s this way every year. It’s just that this year, the new year didn’t begin until Jan 5th when the sun finally came out. After all, if mother nature doesn’t have to follow the calendar year exactly, neither do we! So…we kicked off 2019 with a gorgeous sunny day that hovered near 60 degrees. We emerged from our impermeable cocoons, kicked off our mud boots and planted the first seeds.
Standing in an empty greenhouse with those tiny seeds in my hand felt like the promise of a rainbow after the flood that was 2018. Rebirth. Renewal. All the “re”s you can think of. It was time to turn our backs to the rain and clouds and things that went awry, and take those first steps on our new, well thought out path toward success in 2019.
2018: a retrospective
There comes a time in every journey when you cease to be a tourist. When you’re not even sure what to take pictures of anymore because the extraordinary has become the ordinary. You forget what it’s like to see life with fresh eyes. I remember this well from my Peace Corps experience. What was once interesting and noticeable becomes simply the way things are.
After so many years of farming this little piece of land here in the Tumbling Shoals Valley, it can often feel this way. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve called us “boring”. We forget what an astonishing thing it is to coax life out of the earth; to reap fruit from what was once just a tiny brown seed, nearly unnoticeable.
So sometimes Mother Nature must remind us how not boring this job is. She decides to shake us out of our languid torpor with an extraordinary weather event. Or a whole season of them. Just to remind us, it seems, that we are not, in fact, passive boring farmers, but warriors of a sort. That we must fight for the lives of each of our plants. That food is hard won, and that we shouldn't take it for granted.
This, it seems, is the retrospective of 2018. A year of extraordinary effort. A kind of war. A reminder that what we do is extraordinary.
Two computers and a love seat: planning season
We’re hot and heavy into our 2019 season planning which means a whole lot of staring at computer screens, so the blog is on vacation this week. Also, this is a good time for your requests and dedications. I’m not promising anything, but it doesn’t hurt to hear from you about your local organic desires!
next level addiction
I downloaded a little bubble shooter game for the holiday travel. I’m going to have to delete it before it serves its purpose, I think. I’m a complete addict. 15 years ago or so, my niece was visiting and downloaded a bubble shooter type game called “Snood” onto our computer. It was all I could do for the next 3 months, until I beat the highest level and deleted the game. These games are replete with human psychology techniques. Achievement levels, rewards, etc. You know, the things that keep us playing.
I wonder if there are any programs that are good for us that employ these same addictive techniques? One that would counteract the motivational problems of doing things that make us feel better. Like an exercise program or something. You know it makes you feel better after you’ve done it, but that doesn’t make it an easier to do it! But perhaps if we employed those same psychological tactics as those little addictive games, we’d be more likely to do it. Now that would be “next level” (ha! See what I did there?) exercise programming.
Obviously, I would be a prime candidate for a program like this. Can you imagine being addicted to something that was good for you?