Time has come for you to shed your
Silken petals and declare
Whether you are apple, cherry,
Plum or pear,
And all summer take your pleasure
Nourishing the ripening fruit
With the sun and rain you welcome
Through leaf, through root.
-Charles Pratt, from “Valediction”
Time is certainly passing though we’ve been feeling very present, having almost a micro-lens view of each task at hand, and here we are almost at the end of June, passing off the solstice torch, and now a steady and subtle decline of daylight (if we choose the glass half empty). On the Brightside, there is so much day light now to spend weeding and harvesting, to bask in luxuriously, and so many different brands of farmer’s tans to cultivate in awkwardly symmetrical places that remain hidden until a nice skinny dip in the crick, donning our uniquely individual pale swimsuits that end on the upper arm, at the mid-thigh, and featuring a few strips along the waistline at the lower back. So beautiful.
Big news for us this week….we got chickens. And we LOVE them. 8 sassy hens and one chilled-out rooster. We named him Zach because it is the most common male name of People Associated with the Project ( Other possibilities that were ruled out: The Fonz, Mustafa…he didn’t seem to have enough ‘tude for these machismo names). Also of note, we have a foot-less hen, whom we call Pogo and sometimes “Footloose”, though the latter is not as accurate…they ain’t loose..just gone. Sweet thing, she gets by with a little help from her hens…literally, using their bodies and her wings as makeshift crutches. In any case, this acquisition now completes us as a truly biodynamic farm, now beginning to establish a feedback loop of fertilizing our land from within, all animals and vegetables and compost and refuse belonging to the same circle of life. Yay.
We can’t lose our sight for planting, so we put in loads of winter squash up at solaqua, in a sort of double-helix winding shape. We’re getting experimental up there which feeds our quirky, que sera sera sensibility. Also, planted some ground cherries the other day and am so excited for their blooming paper lanterns to appear.
This week was all salad and we really felt the nuance of the Shakespearean line, when Cleopatra speaks to her “salad days/ when I was green in judgment, cold in blood…” These “salad days”, taken to mean a period of youthful inexperience, the rawness of misjudgment, sums up our struggle with salad mix this week. Without going into great detail, we basically lost our CSA of salad for the week because of a storage mishap, and the bags were crushed overnight. This was a learning loss, and we felt the fickle particularity of these sensitive leaves.
Despite our rough and tumble flair, we do wear professional hats, though sometimes we lose them in the wind, along with precious crops that fly out the back of our truck, or coffee mugs and wallets that slide off the top of our cars. Over all, we are getting organized, keeping track of “stuff”. Holding space for both micro and macro, seeing both texture and panorama in the same frame. It’s an interesting experiment, for a group of people to hold an awareness of so many projects, keeping track of all that’s needed be it rakes or cars or dogs or water bottles or even jars of peanut butter. Making sure cell phones are charged and transmitting important messages over bad-service zones in back country roads. We are all going to get really good at these systems, they take time and care to develop. Perhaps we can merge our minds somehow, transmit information instantly to the group without texts or conversation. Perhaps…. if we lived in dreamtime.
So I’ve rambled long enough and my tummy is rumbling with want for dinner…Take care all, and enjoy the sun and shower and solstice games. Love!