Return from the deep



first seeding of 2020

When is a business established enough to go off the radar for a bit?  That is the question.  After growing for 12 years, including the last two year round straight through with no changes in scenery to yoga and pickleball and gyms and beach, we decided that we would take a gamble that 12 years is established enough.  That we were established enough to be in your long term memory and you would still remember us when we suddenly returned, all renewed and refreshed. And that you would forgive us for our disappearance.

While renewal is usually the goal of every winter on our farm, we never completely disconnect.  We go into power saving mode.  Our screensavers go on, our alarm clocks go off, but we’re still farming in the corners of our brains, and even our bodies.  Slowly, partially, but still farming.  So after that two year run of no winter break, we decided to check out completely for a minute.  And we were completely committed to that check out.

So committed, that we left the country, switched SIM cards, and set our clocks to vacation time.  We have Mallory to thank for that, since she was here running the farm in our absence, which is no small thing.  But we know she is completely competent and that trust allowed us to go off the radar for nearly a month and a half.  As we ease back into our roles as farmers, we hope that you’ll let us ease back into your lives, no worse for the wear.

Part of that easing back into our farm lives is planning for and planting for this season.  And that means we're purchasing seeds and supplies like crazy this month, and don't yet have an income stream.  And so it is also this month that we ask for your commitment to our farm by joining our harvest share program.  You can sign up here: and you can find more information here.

Here's how it works: you sign up and pay for your share now (at least in some part-no need to pay it all at once, although there are benefits to that), set your veggie preferences, and then start receiving a box of the freshest, most delicious, custom harvested and packed veggies beginning in May all the way to mid September!  Our harvest share is now fully customizable so you only get veggies you love (and you're more likely to eat them).  Going on vacation? No problem, put your share on vacation hold.

Love the idea, but just can't commit to a full season?  No worries, this year, we'll have an option to sign up for our virtual Farm Stand.  By signing up for Farm Stand, you'll still set your veggie likes/dislikes, and the you'be put on a list. Whenever we have extra produce available, we'll let you know through email and you can purchase a share (or not) whenever our supplies and your desires match up!  We'll still deliver to those convenient locations just like you were a full time member.  Now, because it's difficult to plan for add on members and because we're much less likely to get our boxes returned, there is an extra $5 charge per box, so it's a way better deal to become a harvest share member, but I just wanted you to know that this option will become available.  The option is not there yet, but I wanted you to know about it in case you're considering your options.


Weather and other news



The internet has exploded with weather memes, all of which make me laugh. It does seem like we moved from rather suddenly from Augtober to Novembruary.  I guess this decade wanted to go out with a boom and set a bunch of records before we got to 2020. What doesn’t make me laugh as much is the fact that it hasn’t reached even 30° at 10:30 a.m.  So, I decided it was a good time to start checking the weather in the Dominican Republic.

Now that’s better.  I only have to survive these extremes for 23 more days. After growing throughout the winter the last couple of years, and staying put for the last several years, Jason and I are heading WAY south for most of December.  Yep. The farmers are taking a vacation.  We’re not even going to visit a farm while we’re there.  It’s just pure vacation.  It’s becoming about the only thing I can think about (well that and learning Spanish), so if I forget to write the blog like I did this week, that’s why😊


Mother of invention (brains over brawn)



I remember when I was a girl, I would go out dirt biking by myself in the trails near my parents’ cabin.  There were times I would get myself into little predicaments that I’m sure my father or my brother could have simply muscled their way out of.  But I was a small girl, a bit far from home, and WAY before cell phones were even a twinkle in the eyes of the inventors.  So I had to think my way out of them using whatever resources I had at hand.  Necessity is, after all, the mother of invention.

And so I found myself harkening back to those days just the other day. We were facing some pretty high wind gust predictions with the cold front that was slated to kill the remaining peppers and chiles.  So we decided we had better just go ahead and remove the plastic sheltering said peppers just in case.  Jason says he’s the only one strong enough to remove the clips holding the plastic….challenge accepted.

So I found that I could, in fact, just muscle them off, but it wasn’t going to be fast and I was going to wear myself out before the job was finished.  Instead, I decided that, just like that little girl, I was going to think my way into an easier way with the resources I had at hand. Eventually, I emerged a victor with the clips removed and my hands still functioning.  The plastic is down and the structures are intact. And Jason can no longer say he’s the only one strong enough to do it. 😊


Losing focus


And sometimes, in late October, this happens

Have you ever trained for a marathon?  How long does it take?  How long do they have to maintain the focus and motivation required to pull it off?  Because it seems like my focus fades sometime in October every year.  Not that farming is exactly like training for a marathon, but it is a bit similar, if not quite as cardiovascular.  We begin in December with intense planning and in January, we set off on the journey of implementing that plan.  By the early March, we’re full throttle and fully immersed in the plan.  After that we barely look up to see where we are in the plan.  Breathing hard, we just put one foot in front of the other.  Until sometime in late October when our focus blurs.

I suppose it’s the finish line at the end of our tunnel vision, but we’ve got no capacity for an increase in intensity.  Instead, we stumble.  Last week, I missed three turns in one day and forgot half of the produce for market at the farm.  Maybe this doesn’t sound unusual, but those three turns were turns I take every Wednesday for 8 months of every year for the past twelve years!  Huh?  What can I say except I guess I lost my focus.  I must have been daydreaming about feet up in front of the wood stove, or Dominican vacations, or even Thanksgiving turkey.  Sigh.  I’d better get it back together so I can cross that December finish line with a strong finish.  




Enjoy this amusing smiling face in this butternut squash

I read this the other day: “How wonderful is it that we laugh because our bodies cannot contain the joy”.  I love to laugh.  Who doesn’t? I love the random acts of funny that people create just for the amusement of others.  This, I believe, is the only true altruism.  Have you heard of Improv Everywhere?  They’re a group of random people that create amusing live acts mostly in New York City just for the amusement of other people.  And how about all the funny memes all over the internet that are created just for our laughter.  The creators don’t even get to see us laugh!  But they create them and send them out into the world anyway. Humor connects us.

I have had complete strangers send me pictures of faces in things, and distant acquaintances send me puns.  I love that people far away from me see an amusing thing out there in the world and think of me and want to share a moment of laughter with me.  Humor can cross distances both physical and political.  I mean, kitten antics are funny in any language and no matter where you stand on the political spectrum.  So, let’s all take a moment together to let the joy escape us in magnificent laughter.  What have we got to lose?

The Goodbye Season


Suddenly lonely farm dog and summer weeds about to die in the first frost

The frost is coming soon.  It’s hard to believe it was 100° just two weeks ago, and now we’re saying goodbye to summer crops and turning our heads forward to carrots and cauliflower and winter hats and freezing fingers.  We’ve said goodbye to half of our farmily. We’re now comprised of only four of us and one lonely and bored farm dog and three ecstatic cats.  Yes friends, it’s the goodbye season.  

But we’re prepared for goodbye.  We’re tired of the incessant harvesting of peppers and okra and eggplant. We’re ready for carrot digging, and radish pulling.  We’re ready to open cans of preserved summer tomatoes for soup season (of course, we’ve still got more tomatoes coming in the greenhouse). And most of all, we’re ready for those summer weeds that we let escape us during the mad season to die of their own volition in the frost. So, as bittersweet as it is to say goodbye to good people and good food, the fall is not without it’s own glory.  


Decompress and deconstruct


It’s just that season.  The one where all the impossible task lists shrink to questions of whether or not we have enough work for everyone (we do).  The one where naps seem like more of a possibility.  The one where the most pressing issue is what to be for Halloween.  It’s a slow breath out, October (now that it’s here for real), as we shed the weight of the world for warm clothes and begin to reflect on all that has passed way too quickly this season.  We decompress, we deconstruct, we breath, we plan for the next season.


Obviously it's October


I want to excuse my sentence with an apology for being “master of the obvious”, however, it is not at all obvious that it is October 1st today.  I mean, huh?  I try really hard not to complain about the heat so that I don’t feel bad complaining about the cold, and  know I was sort of hoping for a warm September, but it’s October now and the nature of things is that I’m not supposed to wish I were floating the river in October!  But somehow, “feels like 112°” has me eyeing up my tubes with an indecent longing.

I should be waxing poetic about low angles of the sun, and evenings of prosecco on the porch, and lazy Sundays (okay, I admit I had one of those, I just didn’t leave the air conditioning!), but instead I find myself drawn to the subject of sweat.  And continuously screen shotting my weather app, because WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO TALK ABOUT? 



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