This Farming Life 3.27.15

OF High tunnel with seedlings

I have become a weather-watcher. As in, I’m constantly checking weather forecasts to see if there will be a break in the rain. So far it’s been raining every three or four days, without enough sunny days in between for our fields to dry out. My hope is for dry fields soon so that we can plant all these seedlings above, waiting patiently for their day in the sun. Maybe being a weather-watcher is not so bad, when I can get over my angst and itchy feet. So, the tractor and I are ready. We too, wait patiently for our day in the sun.

OF New salad in hoophouse

Our hoop houses are a godsend in times of wet conditions outside. Over the past few weeks we have planted salad greens (above), arugula, spinach, kale, turnips, and radishes in them. The soil in these beds are almost buttery soft, brimming with compost, and ready to host young transplants. Sometimes we joke that the future of food production may be in climate-controlled high tunnels and greenhouses. 

OF New basil babies Mar 18

New seedlings germinating never gets old. Like these basil babies. Only their cotyledons are visible in this photograph. By now they have their first true leaves and are well on their way to becoming basil teenagers. And by early summer we will begin its harvest for the first basil pesto. There is such magic in what begins as tiny black seed and goes on to bring delight and joy on our plates. Cheers to basil!

OF Kale planting day

The same can be said about the kale above. And the many other crops that we grow. There is a magic to it. A biology that is beyond our control. We have to do the chop wood, carry water work of seeding, transplanting, and care-taking, but the magic is in the natural progression and cycles of plants. In the symphonies of sun and soil. In the compelling sustenance offered through leaf and root and flower. It is magical.  

OF Curly kale in hoophouse

The poet and novelist, Margaret Walker, once noted that it is the business of all writers to write about the human condition, and all humanity must be involved in both the writing and in the reading. Through her poems and novels she illuminated the lived experiences of her life and the lives of other African Americans. In her poem Lineage, she pays homage to her grandmothers with strength and grace. 

My grandmothers were strong.

They followed plows and bent to toil.

They moved through fields sowing seed.

They touched earth and grain grew.

They were full of sturdiness and singing.

My grandmothers were strong.

 

My grandmothers are full of memories

Smelling of soap and onions and wet clay

With veins rolling roughly over quick hands

They have many clean words to say.

My grandmothers were strong.

Why am I not as they?

Be well, eat healthy, and be kind to yourself and others.

Alistar

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