Waxing Poetic (farm blog)

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Posted 7/17/2017 6:29pm by Shiloh Avery.

Is it wrong that I love destruction so much?  I mean, we expend so much time and energy building and maintaining the ephemeral world of a season that one would think I’d wish to hold onto it.  Instead though, I cherish the demolition.  I’m like a vindictive child smashing in my own sand castle before the sea can consume it.  I get to destroy, not the deer or rabbits or insects or weeds.  Me! Me! Me!

 

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Posted 7/10/2017 6:13pm by Shiloh Avery.

I love lists.  I do.  My nightstand is littered with old lists.  There are lists that fall out of the laundry.  My pockets are lined with lists. There are at least two lists on the table at all times, not to mention the ubiquitous lists on the dry erase boards in the packing shed.  I even take pictures of lists. But today, the list took on a tyrannical tone that I didn’t much appreciate.  It all seemed reasonable this morning.  But I swear the list was adding to itself while we weren’t looking. 

Or maybe it was messing with the time.  Because my lunch alarm went off before my hunger alarm while we were still in the middle of a morning task.  Then we found ourselves headed to our afternoon task, already well into the afternoon. Today’s list left us a bit bewildered, but I’ve got my eye on it now. Tsk tsk tsk list, if you ever try to pull one over on us again.

 

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Posted 7/4/2017 5:31am by Shiloh Avery.

I used to like animals.  No, I mean, I still like animals.  I adore my dog and cats.  There’s nothing cuter than other people’s baby goats.  I love cat videos, and baby elephant gifs.  It’s the wildlife I no longer like.  I don’t ever remember being particularly anti-hunter, although I’m sure I saw “Bambi” at some point as a child and disliked the idea of killing animals.  But I was never a hunter myself.  But attempting to coax even a meager living off the land has turned me into a shotgun-wielding nightly produce patrol woman.  Don’t fret for the wildlife too much though; this change in me has not improved my shot.

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Posted 6/27/2017 6:09am by Shiloh Avery.

I sat for a while yesterday just watching the bees work the flowers. Such diligence!  Efficiently, they move from flower to flower, gathering food while unwittingly completing nature’s work of pollination too.  I wish I were that productive when I ate.  The more flowers, the more bees needed. You are that productive when you eat.  I mean, the more produce you eat, the more we grow, and the more we grow, the more help we need to get all that work done. You can see all seven of us down there from the road—flitting from task to task with the due diligence of bees, an integral cog in the transmission of food from farm to fork.

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Posted 6/19/2017 5:29pm by Shiloh Avery.



Some people might call it being prepared, but I call it using reverse psychology on Mother Nature.  I’m sure that if it’s predicted to rain on a market day and I bring my full rain gear, that it won’t rain.  Today, since it was predicted to rain, I had rain plans.  We had some greenhouse work to catch up on and I really need to change the oil in our farm fleet.  So today, I wore my sunglasses on my head , ready for action.  And wouldn’t you know it?  It rained! Works like a charm.  And if you believe that, I’ve got some charms to sell you;)

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Posted 6/12/2017 5:52pm by Shiloh Avery.


Eat your colors! Blueberries are in season!

 

The other day, I received a call for a wrong number.  The woman on the other end of the line was disappointed to not find Marjorie on the other end of the line and then asked if anyone in our household had diabetes.  I admit that I giggled a little bit (well, it is quite a non-sequitur), and replied that we were an organic vegetable farm as if that were enough answer in itself.  But afterward, I thought that maybe it is

“I don’t do this for my health” is usually an apt statement when applied to one’s work.  But in our case, perhaps it is done for our health.  At least partly.  I often get asked about the particular nutritional content of one vegetable or another and I have to admit ignorance.  It’s a luxury, perhaps, to never really need to worry about those little particulars, which we don’t because we seem to be doing okay just eating all the stuff that comes from the farm.  In the absence of work benefits like health care or paid sick leave or vacation time, good fresh organic food from the farm becomes an important benefit.

So let’s raise our blueberry kale smoothie and toast to good food and good health. Cheers!

 

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Posted 6/5/2017 7:20pm by Shiloh Avery.

Cucumber cocktails

I really enjoy cucumber cocktails.  And fresh salad every night. And herbed pasta.  And radish sandwiches. And tomato sandwiches.  And raw sweet pepper snacks.  And blueberry crème tart.  And flash fried shishitos.  And blackberry cabernet sorbet. And…well, you get the picture.  I like to eat!  We call it the “fringe benefit of farming”, but really it’s half the reason we chose this career.  

I love the fields as a muse.  I spend hours each day tending to the many different crops, conjuring up different concoctions with all the ingredients on the farm in all kinds of crazy combinations.  I spend each Tuesday evening in a dreamy state, immersed in recipes.  

Wednesday is Jaclyn’s birthday and despite peanut butter chocolate being her favorite flavors, she instead requested desserts from the farm, and we neither grow peanuts nor cacao.  Don’t tell her, but Jason made her strawberry rhubarb pie and I made her cucumber-lime-mint sorbet (which inspired the cucumber cocktail).  

These are relatively small things, but things that keep us loving our job and our place in this world.  The days that end, even if they end late and we’re dead tired, with ridiculously gourmet tasting treats from ingredients that we coaxed from the earth with our own hands. Things that we can share with you, who, by purchasing our produce, keep us rooted to this place and to this work.  Thank you for that. 

 

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Posted 5/30/2017 4:18pm by Shiloh Avery.

"We got the beets, we got the beets, we got the beets..."

Do you ever get songs in your head when you pass certain places?  Like one of those automated audio tour guides where you have a little device and headphones and when you pass certain “triggers”, a voice comes telling you about that point in the tour.  It’s like that here on the farm. There are “triggers” everywhere that trip the wire for the farm soundtrack.  

Like the romaine lettuce field: “She gets high, she gets high, she gets high…romaine.”  Or the lacinato kale: “Lacinato, why don’t you come to your senses, you’ve been out riding fences for so long.” Or the “box bottoms” that we use in all our produce boxes: “Whoa box bottoms (bam-ba-lam), Whoa box bottoms (bam-ba-lam).”  Or, of course, “We got the beets!” It’s just like the automated audio tour guide, but one I follow 75 times a day.  

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Posted 5/22/2017 5:52pm by Shiloh Avery.

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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Posted 5/16/2017 4:21pm by Shiloh Avery.

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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