Waxing Poetic (farm blog)

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Posted 7/30/2012 4:41pm by Shiloh Avery.
Alex and Betsy Hitt's destroyed haygrove tunnel Alex and Betsy Hitt's destroyed haygrove tunnel

Mother Nature can inflict her wrath on even the best farmers (These are the Haygrove tomato umbrellas at Peregrine Farm in Alamance County)


I used to teach disaster preparedness courses for the American Red Cross.  I rarely followed my own advice.  If I had been prone to follow my own advice, I probably wouldn’t have chosen farming for a career.  We truly are at the mercy of Mother Nature.  Remember back in 2009 (or have you blocked that memory too), all the crazy rain and flooding?  It was that year in combination with the slightly less watery, but still good ole’ southeastern damp 2010 year, and the virtual loss of a tomato crop two years in a row that prompted the purchase of our “tomato umbrella.”  That was no small decision (thank goodness for bank loans!).  But since we erected that structure, I have to admit I’ve felt a little bullet-proof.  Like Icharus, I challenged the gods and thought myself to have won at least a small battle (you see, we can grow beautiful tasty actually fungicide-free organic tomatoes in the southeast!).  Lest I get too arrogant though:  it was with a heavy dose of my own human powerlessness that we returned a borrowed tool to our mentor farmers (Alex and Betsy Hitt of Peregrine Farm in Alamance County) this weekend.  A tool they will need to replace their own tomato umbrella that Mother Nature took out in a brief flash of unpredicted fury.  We return to our farm, perhaps a little less realistic about our relationship with Mother Nature, and with the words of our friend Ken running through our heads, “Isn’t that what farming is: waiting around for the next disaster?”  Indeed.

Posted 7/23/2012 3:03pm by Shiloh Avery.

picking beans
Work=picking beans

He (or she) who said “If you love what you do, you never have to work a day in your life” was most definitely not a farmer.  Have you ever looked up the definition of work?  It’s really quite eye-opening.  Excepting the articles, I suppose, it has to be one of the most used words in the English language.  And most of its many uses apply to the farm in one way or another.  Work on, work out, work off, work over.  Mostly, we just work…hard.  My father once famously said of the farm, “everywhere I look I see work!” Behind the scenes, off the grid (metaphorically speaking, that is), out of sight, out of mind.  Day after day, we toil away here in Millers Creek, which may as well be Belarus, and we might as well be Belarusian snake milkers (you do what? Where? Huh?), for all the understanding we engender from the uninitiated (which, of course, does not mean ya’ll reading this since you are obviously very in tune with what happens here).  In that vein, I have to propose a national holiday.  No, no..don’t get all panicky on me, I don’t mean that we, the farmers, are going to take a day off.  I mean that I propose that this Wednesday be national “give your farmer a round of applause day”.  Maybe if everyone did it, we could even hear it way out here in Millers Creek!  I promise if you do that, we’ll quit patting ourselves on the back and get back to work.

Posted 7/17/2012 5:33am by Shiloh Avery.

TSF 2012 crew
Tumbling Shoals Farm 2012 farmily

Today’s giddiness harkens back to childhood: those times you brought home your creations from school or summer camp to show off proudly to mom.  I found a slight skip in my step as I got to lead our visiting mentor farmers, Cathy Jones and Michael Perry of Perry-Winkle Farm in Chapel Hill, around the farm showing off our, well…weeds really.  But also how we’ve taken their ideas and implemented them here on our farm.  Just like the picture you drew of mom and dad under that bright yellow sun so proudly displayed on the fridge.  See, Cathy and Michael and folks like them are a lot of the reason we decided to choose farming as a career. Having made a go of it themselves, and succeeded, was both instruction and inspiration to us “wannabe farmers”.  And still is.  We still call them for advice, and likely always will.  Knowing we can never repay them for all the free knowledge they’ve given us, we can only hope to pay it forward with some of the young aspiring farmers who pass through the Tumbling Shoals Farmily.  And then we’ll get to go let them show off their own implementation of our ideas or techniques on their farms.

Posted 7/9/2012 3:26pm by Shiloh Avery.

bee on sunflower

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.  I can see them down there now—flitting from task to task with the due diligence of bees, an integral cog in the transmission of food from farm to fork.

Posted 7/2/2012 6:36pm by Shiloh Avery.

Mitch and Emily digging potatoes
The contrast between weed circus on the left, and digging for treasure (Mitch and Emily digging taters)

My brother always told me I was good at discovering the beautiful in what most wouldn’t perceive that way.  I’m channeling that skill in our potato field.  On the surface, it looks like a weed circus (better than a flea circus?)—a veritable forest of pigweed just waiting to dig deep into your unsuspecting fingers.  Underneath, however, lies a treasure trove, but you have to dig for it. You have to reach right into the dirty heart of the matter and pull out these little nuggets of beauty.  But there’s something about hunting for treasure that has inspired humans for centuries.  The discovery of some secret value buried right there beneath our feet.  It’s around us all the time-this buried treasure of life.  Little nuggets of beauty all covered with the soil and debris of everyday living that only require a little digging on our parts.  Take the heat wave, for example.  Sure, it’s suddenly news-worthy hot, but with the heat comes the disappearance of ticks!  Did you know that? A little treasure with the tyranny.  They invented a machine to dig potatoes, I wonder when they’ll invent a machine to dig up life’s little treasures (oh wait, it might be called “Google”).

Posted 6/25/2012 4:18pm by Shiloh Avery.


“All things begin in order so shall they end, so shall they begin again…”  It’s a perfect somersault, a protractor’s circle, the Ouroboros, and also, the cycle of kale.  Just as we are harvesting the last of the greens (and scrambling to make one last batch of kale chips), we are again seeding them in the greenhouse for the fall.  It feels like a metaphoric rendition of an awesome yoga pose—stretching ourselves back to our beginning.  I guess the cyclical nature of farming never ceases to amaze me, or, it seems, to surprise me.  You’d think after several years of this whole snake-eating-its-own-tail thing, I’d cease noticing it, but here I am again, awestruck by the fulfillment of circular farm lives.  Constant renewal, even as it ends.

Posted 6/18/2012 5:17pm by Shiloh Avery.

hoeing corn
This is what organic farming often looks like to us: a lot of hard working people!

Have you ever heard the NPR show “This I believe”? It’s where people of all stripes and colors read their essays about what they believe.  Just to give you fair warning: I’m about to do that, though I promise not to be as long winded as some of those essays (is it still long winded if I’m typing it?):

I believe that what we do-grow food organically-is beautiful and just and right. Believing this does not make me believe that other methods are wrong.  In fact, I believe that growing food for people is beautiful and just and right.   Growing food for people organically is right for us.  I believe knowing the people I’m feeding breeds integrity in what I do, and that this is the best case scenario between grower and eater.  But I recognize that this is not always possible.  I mean, can we all really know personally the grower of our wheat for flour, or our corn for tortillas?  This is where organic certification comes in.  With much labeling voluntary or even illegal, and with no “teeth” to them whatsoever, organic certification is the only thing a consumer has to go on while standing in front of a grocery shelf.  At least I can be reasonably assured that I am not eating any genetically engineered crops, and that it wasn’t sprayed or fertilized with any synthetic chemicals.  Is it a perfect system? No way.  Is big agri-business always going to be beating at the door with their water hoses trying to dilute the regulations?  Absolutely. This is why I believe in small growers’ (that is not a short joke) full participation in the system.  Because if all of us walk away, there will be no one to stand up to the big guys and keep the “teeth” in organic.  But if we stay involved, attempts to water down won’t go unnoticed, and together we can protect the integrity of the word “organic.”

Posted 6/11/2012 3:54pm by Shiloh Avery.

Emily giving Lacey a piggy back ride
Emily acting the part of the EZGO


The old saying, or country song (I forget which) “you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone” is true.  But it’s also true that you don’t know what you need until you have it.  This was true of our first pick-up truck.  Once we had it, we suddenly couldn’t figure out how we lived without it.  Then came the ATV.  How on earth did we get up and down this monstrous hill without it?  How did we ever have time to make all those quick trips to the edges of our farm to turn on and off irrigation, etc.? When I turned in all my cool points and traded my motorcycle for a golf cart, we had divine plans of getting fat and lazy.  Anywhere we had to go, any task to be accomplished, could surely be accomplished with the use of fossil fuels right?  I mean, our human energy is precious and as it turns out, a lot of it is needed for this type of agriculture.  But, insert big sad sigh here, while the EZGO golf cart quickly made itself a farm necessity, it simultaneously made itself a problem and a source of additional work, not to mention the headaches.  And the heartaches.  As you may have guessed, the EZGO cart has broken down yet again, and today, we actually had to walk(!!!) out to a field.  Suddenly, Tumbling Shoals Farm felt like a ridiculous tyranny and had I not quickly fed them chocolate, I’m sure our crew was going to revolt.

Posted 6/4/2012 6:12pm by Shiloh Avery.

paddling the Yadkin River
Jason and I taking advantage of the picture perfect June entrance to do something other than farming

June.  Named after Juno, the Roman goddess of childbirth and fertility.  The weeds in the spring fields sure think so.  Usually, June rolls in on a saucy heat wave, announcing her presence like a child demanding your attention, stamping her feet and screaming “Look at me! Look at me!  Look at me!”  But Juno must be otherwise distracted at the moment, because June just sort of slid into the raucous party through an already open door and sat down.  I hardly even recognized her.  Sweatshirts in the mornings and evenings, no desperate popsicle breaks, even the squash seems to be confused and isn’t growing so fast that it’s too big if you don’t pick it within 24 hours of the last picking.  It is a surprising, but welcome difference in the usual cycle of things around here, and we plan on enjoying it while it lasts.

Posted 5/28/2012 4:48pm by Shiloh Avery.

market stand

Come see us in Hickory! (in my relaxed state today, I failed to take a single picture!)


We rely on brakes more than we think about.  Of course we don’t think about brakes. Just as we don’t think about breathing or walking, we don’t think about brakes.  It would be a whole lot of unnecessary brain activity if we did, and it seems to me that we need all the room up there we can afford.  We just careen through life under the assumption that brakes will be there when we need them.  And lo and behold, the brakes were there when I needed them yesterday.  It wasn’t a verbal agreement to more or less take the day off.  But we’d been pushing so hard for the last few weeks (as every May and June), living on coffee, arugula, and adrenaline, and less and less sleep we could never quite catch up on.  So yesterday arrived in the usual panicked list making frenzy, but just when we needed them, the brakes were there.  And we hit them hard.  We took the day off.  Not to do anything special (well, laundry and house cleaning are kind of special), but to be slow and lazy and well, placid.  And today was surprisingly smooth and relaxed, despite doing nothing productive yesterday, and  a great many things were crossed of the list.  A lesson learned?  Maybe…


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