The first week of CSA boxes and the Farmers' Market has come and gone. I am always a little anxious these first few weeks thinking that everyone is going to get tired of greens. But when the heads of lettuce and kale look this beautiful, is that really possible? Making fresh salads and sauteing up just-picked kale and chard after a winter of frozen broccoli and bagged salad is so refreshing.
Seeing all the familiar faces, both vendors and patrons alike, at the market today was great fun. We had perfect weather and a good turnout, even though Monroe street is closed. Enough side streets are open that it is pretty accessible, and they are thankfully done paving the block right along the market, so don't let that scare you away!
While I wait patiently for my other veggies to grow, I've been enjoying the wildlife on the farm. Well, some of the wildlife. I have to cover practically everything I plant so that the birds don't peck the seeds out of the ground before they even sprout, or peck at the leaves after they sprout, or so the resident pheasant doesn't rip them out of the ground whenever he gets the urge. And there were gopher mounds near my potato plants this morning...
But this fawn was a pleasure to stumble across!
.And this snipe likes to keep me company in the evenings: (I suppose it isn't always the same one...)
I am so thankful for some of the little joys like these that keep me going, and for the great people that support my love of growing vegetables. Here's to another market season!
This time of year used to seem like this gray section of time that I had to endure between the beautiful snow of the winter and the bright days of late spring and summer. But ever since I began farming, I have grown a much deeper appreciation for March and April.
The weather is unpredictable. It is often muddy and, well, icky. But I get to start planting seeds for the garden, and the smell of the dirt and growing plants inside the little heated greenhouse is now something that I find both exciting and comforting. There is nothing like making mud pies (soil blocks for my seedlings) in the warmth of the greenhouse, staying warm and dry, to the sound of the rain hitting the plastic.
The smell of freshly worked dirt out in the garden on a warm April day, as I ready my beds for potatoes, carrots, chard, beets, and onions, also cannot be beat. I spent last Friday morning, my mouth watering in anticipation of harvests to come, planting some gorgeous purple potatoes, orange-ribbed chard, golden beets, and carrots of multiple colors.
We can't control much in the world, but it is good to be able to rely on the coming of Spring and all the life that comes with it. It is reassuring to know that if I put forth some effort, plant some seeds, and encourage their growth, chances are, I will get something beautiful and nourishing from my efforts that I can then pass on to others to enjoy. This is my meager attempt at creating something good and sharing my joy.