After a week of wonderful vacation, a wedding in boston...witnessing to beautiful souls be united in marriage, and time on lake Cayuga in upstate NY, celebrating my mothers 60th birthday...
eating good food and spending time with people I love...it was good to be away and good to be back here...back to the land...as I went to boston on the train...I had stepped off the farm for the first solid piece of time since I had been here...and all I could think is what a wonderful life I am leading. And it is good to be back...the plants are all a little higher...melons have come in. And we are beginning to harvest our winter storage crops, the seasons seem to go so quickly. Today our hands were sunk deep into the soil, gathering up the first of our red potatoes, radiant nuggets popping up through the soil...the nights are getting cooler the light a little softer, and I feel summer leaving us...and the questions of what comes next fills my mind...there is a possibility to stay here for another season...a possibility to go and intern somewhere else...a possibility to dive in and work as an assistant farm manager...I feel excited and overwhlemned...and just wishing that this path could lend to more stability now...though I know it will in the future...it is hard to be rooted in places that keep changing...so the winter onions are up out of the ground, 7/200ft beds harvested yesterday....the greenhouse is teaming with this sweet crop
...and right now the sun is shining...a rare occurance as of late on the farm...drying out the rain soaked earth...and I have come back here to find a great blue heron making it's home amongst the strawberries and in the cow pasture. This is a very good place.
eating good food and spending time with people I love...it was good to be away and good to be back here...back to the land...as I went to boston on the train...I had stepped off the farm for the first solid piece of time since I had been here...and all I could think is what a wonderful life I am leading. And it is good to be back...the plants are all a little higher...melons have come in. And we are beginning to harvest our winter storage crops, the seasons seem to go so quickly. Today our hands were sunk deep into the soil, gathering up the first of our red potatoes, radiant nuggets popping up through the soil...the nights are getting cooler the light a little softer, and I feel summer leaving us...and the questions of what comes next fills my mind...there is a possibility to stay here for another season...a possibility to go and intern somewhere else...a possibility to dive in and work as an assistant farm manager...I feel excited and overwhlemned...and just wishing that this path could lend to more stability now...though I know it will in the future...it is hard to be rooted in places that keep changing...so the winter onions are up out of the ground, 7/200ft beds harvested yesterday....the greenhouse is teaming with this sweet crop
...and right now the sun is shining...a rare occurance as of late on the farm...drying out the rain soaked earth...and I have come back here to find a great blue heron making it's home amongst the strawberries and in the cow pasture. This is a very good place.
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katie, i went and worked at the PEAS farm this morning, helping to harvest tomatoes, kale (!), eggplants, and to cook lunch. it was so lovely, so good for my soul. i thought of you, thinking how you are doing this work each day, and thinking how good that is.
Which one in the photo is your 60 year old mom?
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