Probably not a world record, but definitely a farm record!
If the mist didn’t set off the orange and red colors on the maple tree outside my office window, I’d say today was gloomy. But it does, and it isn’t. Besides, I’m here, inside, cozied up to my computer with a cup of tea, gazing absentmindedly out the window at the brilliant colors changing slightly in the subtle undulation between cloud cover, mist and fog. This is what it means to be November. This and early morning gunshot echoes, hollow call of crows, scurried scolding of squirrels and a kind of mid day stillness that seeps through the skin like the moment before a memory with eyes glazed and her head cocked. But today it is the rhythmic tapping of rain on leaves that sifts through thoughts, soft as flour on my fingertips. This is the pause before the pause. Tomorrow will bring sunshine and cold fingers in the dew and wash water. Memories of my grandmother, whose hands were short, fat and nail bitten like mine, and evidence of a lifetime of hard work. Days like these I can almost touch the rows of jars in the root cellar, lined up like soldiers, protecting the seasonal bounty.
Speaking of seasonal bounty, this is the official last week of our season here at Tumbling Shoals Farm. We will have produce available for pick up here at the farm on Friday, November 19th from 4p.m. to 5p.m., and we’ll be at both the Hickory farmers’ market (7a.m. to noon)and the Boone farmers’ market (10a.m. to 2p.m.)on Saturday, November 20th. After Saturday, we call it a season! Thanks for your support this year and happy holidays!!