Dream

 Wee though they may be, they're here. Carrots!

Wee though they may be, they're here. Carrots!

Expected Harvest

Greens
Chard
Kale

Veggies
Beans, Snap
Beans, Soy / Edamame
Carrots*
Okra
Potatoes
Tomato, Large & Small

Fruit
Blackberry
Husk Cherry*

Herbs
Anise Hyssop*
Ashwagandha, dried
Basil, Italian
Basil, Holy, Tropical*
Basil, Thai
Dill
Garlic, Scapes
Hot Pepper, Fresh & Dried
Oregano*
Scallions or Chives
Sorrel

Staples
Beans, Dry
Popcorn

The Pickle Pile

Flowers

*New This Week

2018 Week 30, Summer CSA Pick-up 8 of 26

In the holiday film, "The Family Stone," one of the characters tells another about how he dreamt of her the night before. "You were just a little girl in a flannel night gown. And you were shoveling snow from the walk in front of our house. And I was the snow, and I was the snow. And everywhere it landed, and everywhere it covered.  You scoop me up with a big red shovel. You scoop me up."

I was always taken by his imagery, but I always wondered at the writing: would one really dream that they were snow, and not human? But there I was this last Saturday, mid-dream in my requisite post-market anti-cranky-pants nap, with a fly very adamantly trying to wake me. In my dream I was the field of tomatoes; a fly was going plant to plant, knocking them, and I was that plant and its fruit, and then the next, with the fly pushing around my leaves. There are many days when I spend an afternoon weeding, then spend a few hours more, in the night, in bed, doing the same. I have been a farmer in many a dream, but I had never been the farm.

It feels good, and finally, to start to feel the land inside me. In my kind of true, the true end of farming is not just to farm, but to dwell. And so, walloped as this year may be, that dream gave me a kind of wealth and happiness, because it gave me my farm.  And you are all a part of it. So, as always, a deep bow, and 'thank you.' Thank you.

May your tomatoes be as weighty as mine,
See you on the farm,
Austin