Blueberry Hill Farm

Since this is a week specifically set aside to reflect on those multitudes of blessings for which to be thankful, it has occurred to me, yet again, how thankful I am to be counted among those whose "profession" is farming.  To be able to participate in, oh so many, "ordinary miracles" which happen on a daily basis is thrilling.  

 I never tire of gathering eggs.  It is a "chore" I look forward to with great anticipation; sort of like Easter every day!  I love to sit on a bale of straw in the hen house, watching quietly as the girls go about their daily mission.  They never complain or act like the process is unpleasant in any way, but remain focused and cheerful as they go about their day.  That is certainly an attitude I could stand to have more consistently.  

I've learned that farming develops the valued attribute of patience.  During the eleven and a half months it takes a baby alpaca to "bake"; during the long winter while the blueberry bushes are sleeping and through the spring as first the flower, then the fruit appears; during the weeks and months it takes for a seed to become a coveted vegetable;  all of this waiting is growing something unseen in me -- patience and endurance.

 Farming also develops acceptance.  When an April freeze ruins an entire blueberry crop; when a drought makes it almost impossible to produce any vegetables; when a hawk comes out of nowhere and takes the life of a productive hen, there's nothing to do but accept what has happened and move on.

 I am thankful to have the opportunity of farming on my daddy's land because when I work on the land he cleared off and developed, I feel close to him even though he is no longer alive.  I know he would be pleased by all the bustle of activity of living things.

I am thankful that I have the physical strength to do what needs to be done and the mental health to learn all the new and exciting aspects of farming.

I am thankful for all the wonderful people I've met at farmer's markets, both vendors -- fellow farmers -- and customers -- those people who support my efforts in a tangible way, and offer encouragement and support.

 I am thankful for other farmers who are always willing to lend another set of hands, equipment, or advise.

During this season of thankfulness, I am truly thankful for my family, friends and my farm.

 To all of you who took the time to share in my thoughts, have a Blessed Thanksgiving!

 Carmen Coles