Old friends

So mulch straw to move, but still time for bad puns. The quest for efficiency might have us find the maximum number of bales we could cart over bumpy ground without careening, if it weren’t a boyish joy in the impossibly high stack that had us find it first. At fifteen bales, it got a little dicey on the downhill … that tall, threatening wave that only broke once. Twelve bales here pictured.

So mulch straw to move, but still time for bad puns. The quest for efficiency might have us find the maximum number of bales we could cart over bumpy ground without careening, if it weren’t a boyish joy in the impossibly high stack that had us find it first. At fifteen bales, it got a little dicey on the downhill … that tall, threatening wave that only broke once. Twelve bales here pictured.

Expected Harvest

Greens
Bok Choy
Tokyo Bekana
Turnip Greens*

Veggies
Pepper, Sweet, Green

Roots
Carrots
Onion
Potato, Irish
Potato, Sweet
Radish, Salad

Herbs
Garlic
Ginger, Fresh
Lemongrass
Pepper, Hot
Turmeric, Fresh

Farm Honey, for sale

Farm Ferments, for sale
Kohl-Dill Pickle

Cooking Classes
Get in touch with Cecelia at cecelia.baum@gmail.com to sign-up.

Althea Bread is back

2019 Week 45, Summer CSA 23 of 26

Happy November everybody! I love—l-o-v-e, love—this cooler weather. It’s a shame the sunset comes so soon. I hope you are enjoying it as well.

It has been and will be a busy seven days on the farm, with the soil amendments, straw bales, and compost all arriving from their various corners of the state. We found a spray-free straw source, a clean compost maker, and a most ridiculous—75% off—deal on our high-phosphorous rock dust. But that’s hardly the best part, as I always relish meeting the folks who drive up with their shipment.

Luther came in a 32’ semi with the minerals, saying, “Of course there’s room to turn around!” And I don’t think there’s anything I don’t know about him now, from how much he weighed fourteen years ago, to his Eagle Scout class, to that time he got stuck on Watts Passage some years back. Jesse from Staunton delivered his straw bales. And though we met for the first time when he pulled in on Saturday morning, farmer-starved as I must be, he was an absolute breath of fresh air and solid ground. From my first time farming in Pennsylvania, picking strawberries with the Amish girls, twenty years ago now, I have noticed how certain valleys make for folks with a certain way of standing on this earth. Rubbing elbows, again, I found it a recalibration.

I hope you all are well,
The Farmshare CSA and Farm bucks are on sale until the end of the year, tell your friends :)
See you on the farm,
Austin

I planted some lemongrass and turmeric in the front kitchen garden so you could finally see it grow for yourself. And lemongrass is a wild thing — like all things from seed — starting so small, and for so long, to suddenly find it so large. You might not have known that’s what it was, as you walked by these last five months, but now you do. In The frost bursts some of the cells in the night, and in the morning it fills the air with the scent of lemon.

I planted some lemongrass and turmeric in the front kitchen garden so you could finally see it grow for yourself. And lemongrass is a wild thing — like all things from seed — starting so small, and for so long, to suddenly find it so large. You might not have known that’s what it was, as you walked by these last five months, but now you do. In The frost bursts some of the cells in the night, and in the morning it fills the air with the scent of lemon.