I realized last night it had been awhile since I had spent some time on our Local Harvest blog. The weather here has been especially bad these last couple of weeks, and we have been a bit cooped up. Perhaps I had a bit too much time on my hands, but that happens so infrequently I decided to attempt some creative writing. I thought some of you might enjoy it. Maybe I will go back later and broaden it a bit to include all of the other aspects of being a CSA, but this round through I decided to stick to the veggies.
God's love and blessings,
In December, around the birth of our Lord, the seedbooks arrive stacked high by the door.
In January, we struggle and toil to place the right order to both create interest and prevent spoil.
In February the planting begins: flats of tomatoes, peppers and eggplants.
These all go in early so we can insure that we have them first and our programs endure.
By March, flats and plug trays are abounding galore; they fill every greenhouse, windowsill and more.
April showers mean transplanting and rearranging to make room.
In May, the ground is breaking and tractors start to till.
Contracts are are returning and our lists have reached their fill.
By June, once scrawny seedlings have turned to sturdy plants.
Blossoms are eloping with bees at every glance.
July means harvesting and deliveries have begun.
Hours in mid-summer months extend beyond the sun.
In August, the garden is producing at full force. We struggle to keep up and to maintain our steady course.
In September, temperatures begin to ease and apples overfill the trees.
October brings us all together with drying leaves and perfect weather.
The pumpkin patch fills up with laughter as the children come to choose their lantern.
In November old Jack Frost arrives and brings his chilling touch. Its a hard time for those of us who love the garden ever so much.
We struggle as our season draws firmly to a close.
Should we celebrate the short reprieve or shall we mark the end with grief?
Finally, Thanksgiving comes and family stops to reflect our crop: the vegetables we're grateful for, but on our farm there's so much more.
We work so hard our love shows through in every blessed thing we do. We grow together in a way that other families miss today.
Like cucumbers up a trellis climb, we twist and turn and reach so high. . Together we make a solid wall, intertwining and meshing to conquer it all.
I thank God for this opportunity to share with my family a unified dream. I hope as they age and their own families grow, that they remember these times and the bounty which flowed.
Antaya Acres Heritage Farm