Waxing Poetic (farm blog)
Not so baby beets and chard
Many couples without children tend to collect pets. And then we talk about said pets as if they were our children. Really! I heard Mary Chapin Carpenter choke up on NPR the other day when talking about all her pets and I thought, “well, that just might be me someday.” But as it turns out, we collect plants.
I remember as a child scrunching my nose up at people who looked at me and got all sentimental, saying “I remember when you were just a tiny baby!” And parents who look all teary eyed at their children of whatever age and say, “Oh! They just grow so fast!” I wonder if the chard was scrunching its nose up at me because I found myself all filled with sentimental wonder thinking,” Oh! I remember when it was just a miniscule transplant-so small I couldn’t see to hoe around it and now look it at it in all its splendor!” And then, yes, you guessed it, “Oh! They just grow so fast!” And now I make excuses just to walk by the spring fields and gawk at how all our hard work has raised up some beautiful plants. I swear if plants had cheeks, I’d be pinching them. I bet they’re embarrassed.
Very happy strawberry plants under their big umbrella in the hoop house
Jason trying to scare the master gardener tour with his monster impression (in the hoophouse with tomatoes!)
Remember last year? Good, me neither. I can barely even remember the winter where I sat next to the woodstove pouring over seed catalogues. And here we are, greenhouse overflowing, the very beginning of the fruits of that thought growing in the fields. It is sort of like that, the farming process. It all begins with a thought which slowly, through time and tending, manifests into the delightful flavors we all know and love. Of course, the whole thing beginning with my thoughts can be a bit problematic sometimes. I, for one, love to think in the winter. I adore it. Sitting around in my slippers by the fire, dreaming up grandiose things for the gardens. Thinking is all I have to do then. But thinking now? Forget about it! The spring scramble allows for only so much thought and usually, it’s “what’s for dinner?” So in all this manifesting madness, I failed to remember that I had adjusted my planting dates according to the assumption that our third hoop house would be bursting at the seams with the early crops about now and that I wouldn’t want the outside field crops to be ready at the same time. I just forgot to remember this eentsy little fact when the last snow came and we realized that we weren’t going to be able to erect the third hoop house in time for the planting of said early crops. I may be dating myself, but I’m calling this my Chris Farley moment. Remember him from Saturday Night Live, um, a while back? He played that character that always slapped his forehead saying, “Stupid!” Well, this was that moment for me.
Sooooo…even though mother nature has been extremely kind to us this year, speeding things up quite a bit, I’m about a week later than I meant to be during all my thinking and dreaming. Expect abundance from us, but just a week or two late. (insert sheepish grin here)
Shiloh with the organic certification application!
I have only this to ask: how did it get to be April 9th? Whew. This transition of ours into full production capacity just whisked March away like Cinderella to the ball. But this time when the clock struck April, I’m suddenly part of a four person team and have crossed so many things off my list that I find myself sitting here at the computer on a pleasantly rainy day emerging from my shell of incommunicado. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned my propensity for lists. Oh boy. I love to make lists. Lists litter my office, my pockets, my kitchen table, my vehicles. But more than making lists, I love to cross things off from the lists I make. There is an inevitable joy, a disparate power associated with the crossing off from the list. So powerful is this feeling that if I perchance do something that wasn’t on my list, I actually write it on there after the fact just so I don’t miss out on the crossing off.
With the arrival of our two new employees and with the transition to Jason full time on the farm, I’ve had an absolute ecstatic week in the “crossing off” department. Enough that I spent the afternoon digging through the mountain of paperwork in my office and catching up with the instantaneous communication from weeks ago. In that mountain, I found several old and current lists that provided incalculable joy as I crossed off item and item. Whoopee!
In the whisking away of March, and the quickly approaching harvest season, I have failed to let you know that the April 2nd deadline for Harvest Share sign up is arbitrary and thus, completely ignorable. I still have about 10 shares available if you or anyone you know is still interested in being a part of our growing harvest share community. We are especially hopeful that folks in the Elkin/Thurmond/Roaring Gap area are interested because we need a few more shares to make it possible to carry out the McRitchie Winery/Elkin drop off on Thursdays. Or a drop at Lifeskills Martial Arts in North Wilkesboro on Thursdays is still a possibility if we have enough interested folks. It’s looking to be a fabulous production season this year and we are very excited about the prospects of some fabulous flavored nutritiously rich organic food coming out of the fields. I, for one, am ready for my spring green tonic. I’m tired of canned, frozen, and otherwise stored veggies! For more information including a description of a sample full share in July, check out http://www.tumblingshoalsfarm.com/content/1887.
For those of you who requested pictures of the inside of our little house, I've (finally) posted those! You can check them out at http://www.tumblingshoalsfarm.com/slideshow/505
Shiloh with seed catalgoues in winter
My vacation is officially over. I took that frist heavy step toward the inevitable onslaught of spring. A heavy step it is indeed. While it's one thing to sit in front of the fire getting excited over seed catalogues, actually trudging through heavy white stuff to sow those seeds is an entirely different thing. One my entire nature railed against. Like attempting to wipe sleep from your eyes in a dream of waking. But once that first step is taken, it's a very slippery slope to the mad rush of the season. As it turns out, slippery slopes are sort of fun, and quite easy to slide down. So I say again, my vacation is officially over, but I say it with a hint of enthusiam, optimism for the upcoming season, and excitement.
We are in the final year of our expansion this year, which means we're applying for organic certification, Jason comes full time on the farm, and we add two seasonal employees, and an additional 20 shares to our subscription program! In addition to those 20 new shares, I'm excited to announce a partnership with McRitchie Winery in eastern Wilkes County this year. The plan is to have a subscription pick-up there on Thursdays. You can pick up your week's worth of veggies, and a few bottles of wine for the week too!! If you haven't tried their wine yet, it's an absolute must. They do a fabulous job, check out their website ttp://www.mcritchiewine.comfor their location and hours. We'll still be offering pick up at the Hickory Farmers Market, here at the farm, and at the Habitat for Humanity Re-Store in Wilkesboro. We've changed a few things this year as well. We are offering half shares for the first time. The cost for a half share is $300. Also, if you'll be away and can't pick up your share and you let us know in advance, we will issue you a $25 credit for Tumbling Shoals Farm produce. You can use that to augment a share one week (say, when you're having guests), or to purchase flowers, or to pick up a few extra ingredients at farmers' market or here on the farm, or to purchase vegetables after the harvest share season is over. No more scrambling to find a friend or neighbor to pick up your share! Of course, we've adjusted the content of your shares according to the feedback we got in our surveys too. For more information on the harvest share program, check out our website at /http://www.tumblingshoalsfarm.com/content/1542. We're looking forward to an awesome season this year!
An old friend of mine, in asking how to feed his family better food, told me that some days it would be 5:00 before he and his wife would look at each other out of the haggard chaos of family life blankly and ask, “dinner?” My aunt spoke of the same thing. “It’s not the cooking that’s the problem,” she laments, “it’s the figuring out what to cook!” This winter I realized that I understand this problem. Being bad at food preservation (or not bad at it, per se, but bad at accomplishing it at all), we, too, struggle to decide what to eat in the winter. After the hard freeze that finished off even the hardiest kale in the garden, we suddenly had to think about what to eat “from scratch.” What I mean is this: during the growing season, our menus are dictated by what’s coming in from the fields. So the thinking about “what’s for dinner” begins there: with the ingredients. Then it’s only a matter of looking for a recipe containing those ingredients. Easy. Sometimes the sight of the veggies themselves will spark a memory of a tasty recipe. Or there are lots of websites, including ours, that allow you to search for recipes by ingredients. Or sometimes the ingredients do just fine by themselves (sungolds anyone?) And if you become a Tumbling Shoals Farm CSA member, we also provide all our favorite seasonal recipes.
So this is one of the many benefits of a CSA (which is what I recommended to my friend as a way to feed his family better). They are the building blocks of your meal planning. Another is this: you have all the freshest vegetables in season already there in your refrigerator each week so you’ll automatically be eating more fresh fruits and veggies than you probably would have otherwise. The other day I read in a fitness magazine a recommendation to "purchase in advance" because if you've already spent the money, you're more likely to do it! It was referring to gym memberships, but I think the same thing applies to eating more veggies. According to all the research, this is precisely what all of us need right? So paying in advance for your veggies makes you more likely to eat more of them! For more details on our CSA, click here.
I wonder what the difference between “thanking” and “giving thanks” is. It’s a fair question this time of year. Is it the balance between giving and receiving? “Thank you for the gift” versus “here is my gift of thanks”. This reminds me of a Billy Collins (former poet laureate) poem called “The Lanyard” in which the speaker is remembering his gift to his mother of a lanyard (look it up, I had to) made at camp:
“She gave me life, and milk from her breast,
And I gave her a lanyard…..”
“’Here are the thousands of meals,’ she said,
And here is clothing and good education,’
‘and here is your lanyard,’ I replied”
I’d like to give thanks to Billy Collins for that poem (“Here are my words, my life’s labor in poetry” he says, “and here is my thanks” I say).
So in this final week of the Tumbling Shoals Farm 2009 production season, I’d like to take this moment to give you my thanks. No really, thank you for your smiling faces at farmers market that carry me through the crazy early mornings till noon, and thanks for your purchases which allow Tumbling Shoals Farm to continue in its existence and allows us to keep growing food, thanks for your encouraging words as we crept out of the camper into our new house, thanks for coming out to the farm on farm tour, for the tomato tasting, and to purchase produce. Thank you for your support.
This Saturday we will be at BOTH Hickory downtown farmers’ market (7-ish to 1 pm) and Boone from 10am-2pm. This marks the official end to our 2009 season since we skip town soon after. I promise to pine away for you this winter and it will be your faces in my mind as I kick it back into gear in January.
Okay, so some engineering is
involved in moving into a tiny
Now this is more like vacation
It was my first day back on the farm since our "vacation.” Well, unless you count last Friday’s harvest/wash day and Saturday at market. And with this return to work comes the season of deconstruction. We like to call it “putting the farm to bed,” but it involves a lot of something akin to destruction. I almost wished I was mad about something today as I forced energy into my yanking on landscape fabric held fast by weeds. But after moving out of the camper, it’s hard to muster up anger about anything. That’s partially why I have so little to say today, but also the computer is still located in the camper which means the longer I ramble, the longer I have to be in the camper and not in the house!
Ornamental cabbage for your Thanksgiving centerpieces.
Instead of the beach, we're taking a moving into house "vacation" this week!
I'll let you know when the party is:)
Jason was gone for three days and nights last week and I found myself feeling a little depressed and grumpy by the end of that time. Now, some might conclude that it was his absence alone that makes me this way. Isn’t that sweet? But Jason knows better. He said, “well, I haven’t been home to feed you,” and it dawned on me how terrible I’d been eating while he was away. Eating junk, skipping meals, etc. Right after that conversation, I made myself a big ole salad and ate an apple. Nearly immediately I began to feel a little better. It’s amazing how intimately connected the mind is to the body. And how nutrition drastically affects this connection. And how crazy it is that I can manage to eat poorly when I live on an organic vegetable farm and I still have produce!!! Incidentally, we just watched the film “Milk” (which was great, by the way), and the defense for the man who shot the mayor and Harvey Milk was that his diet of junk food made him crazy. I’m not saying that the defense and the resulting sentence was justified, but I am saying that if his diet was junky, it probably didn’t help his crazy problem. They called it “The Twinkie Defense.”
We took advantage of "migrant labor" and a sunny day to put the plastic on the first hoophouse:
Held together with duct
All paws on deck!
About to put the main plastic on
Use #101 for tennis
balls (who knew?)
A game of twister?
And it's up!
This is the time for big slow change. The pace of life slows to a “lazy” crawl as the sun sets earlier and earlier, leaving us with a gradual increase in evening and night and sleep. We find ourselves with “leisure” time and piles of books left unread throughout the season. We bake more bread, watch more movies, and just plain get less done. Call it the unproductive season. I still have lists, of course, but it seems like few things on them are crisis anymore so it becomes easier and easier to put them off. Perhaps the biggest slow change of all to happen this season is the finishing of our house! We are moving in! We had planned to escape to the beach next week, but instead have decided that moving into our newly finished house (well, almost finished) is a higher priority. Jason promised me that we would do no work except move into the house (we’ll see), but I was easily swayed. We sat around the other day planning all the things we would cook in our real kitchen with our real oven. Oh, the small pleasures in life (and big ones). We’ve been joking for a week that we’re going to quit doing dishes and instead just pile them into the wheelbarrow and haul them up to the house to be cleaned by our new automatic dishwasher! I can’t wait to have a soak in the tub. Oh! I could go on and on about how excited we are to move out of the camper and into our real house. See pictures of the house here!
Half of this year's fall field in the beautiful Tumbling Shoals Valley
I have a thing for french fries. I consider myself a connoisseur. And no, McDonalds fries are not really up to snuff, but they’ll do in a pinch. And this was a pinch, let me tell you. We were all sitting around at the library discussing Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal, Vegetable, Miracle and local food (and why everyone should love Tumbling Shoals Farm) and there was all this guilt. It seemed that reading that book elicited a lot of guilt from folks around here. There was a funny story about being in the grocery store suffering a mild panic attack thinking, “there’s nothing in here I can buy!”
But all this discussion about eating close to the source did not elicit guilt in me, my friends, oh no! It ignited an incalculable desire for french fries. I had already consumed my daily dose of local healthy veggies, yes sir, I was headed for McDonalds. This was a pinch, after all. I should have gone through the drive through. Despite all my scoffing at the mere principle of a drive through, I should have driven through. I even considered it, but my bladder and the usual excessive cleanliness of any McDonalds restroom dictated otherwise. But then came the guilt. I guess you could call it that. But really it was more a fear of embarrassment, of getting caught. I parked, thanking the inertia that has us still driving an anonymous van rather than one painted with the Tumbling Shoals Farm logo. I walked into the rear entrance, ostensibly to use the restroom first, but probably just in case I got caught on the way in, I still had the ready excuse of the restroom. But then my desire for salt and fat had me up front in front of all those people. My eyes darted furtively around me, “why is that man looking at me that way, does he know me?” “What if someone here saw the article in the Welcome to Wilkes magazine?” I wished for a disguise while I silently tapped my foot waiting for the contraband, cringing every time the door opened with fear of a familiar face. I nearly ran to the van with my booty and relief washed over me as I pulled away. I got away with it! And then, to my desperately awaiting mouth went a french fry and woosh, all of that anticipated joy was lost. Ugh. Not even worth it. Old stale McDonalds french fries. Should have stuck with local stuff.