Wednesday, April 27, 2011
The Farm Across the River
Snow is falling ever so softly, and I have to say it's a vast improvement over days where nothing is happening except steel gray skies and their ongoing threat. I prefer snow, but even more, I prefer thunderstorms. I'm already looking forward to summer clouds full of the promise of thunder and lightning and a downpour that turns everything a brighter shade of green.
I'm also looking forward to the promise contained in a letter I received this morning. My neighbors across the bridge have forwarded their plan to our county commissioners for a u-pick farm: vegetables, berries and flowers. I spoke about this last summer in my post, "Community: A River Flows Through It." We stood on the bridge that spans the river running alongside both of our properties and he talked to me then of the changes coming, that they were planning to embark on this new phase of farming. And I couldn't be happier about it. I will be able to walk to get my groceries. I wrote an email to the county commissioner listed on the letter to express my support and gratitude for their new adventure in farming. It will be a great asset to our little community. I'm certain it will pass with flying colors.
I had already made the decision to concentrate more on my flowers this year, getting them well-cared for, providing ground cover to help allay the endless weeding and to plant only a very small amount of vegetables. Once I get the flowers in a good place and feel that I have them not just under control, but where I can enjoy them more and fret over them less, then I will move into more vegetable gardening. This letter affirms my decision. I will frequent their farm, go there to get my berries and veggies, along with the farmer's market in town, and support their efforts until I expand my own.
In the meantime, Buddy has been out rolling in the snow, rubbing his face against it and living with that joyful abandon dogs seem to have in abundance. I do believe he's going to be my greatest teacher.
Winslow Homer "Fresh Eggs"