week 20

we completed the main season of our csa this past saturday and golly do we feel great.

csa

there are about as many csa structures as there are csa farms. our’s is divided into a 20 week main season and an optional 8-10 week fall extension. when we designed our csa 16 years ago, we felt this offered us and our shareholders some flexibility. if you don’t love greens, now is a good time to stop receiving our weekly baskets.

farewell tomatoes, peppers, eggplant. welcome kale and chard!

farewell tomatoes, peppers, eggplant. welcome kale and chard!

now, this sunny breezy september sunday, i feel more than ever the benefits. we are celebrating, we have upheld our commitment and we can take a deep breath.

i know,  we will actually do the very same thing next saturday. there are some differences though:  we have fewer shareholders during the fall extension, the farm work load is lightened, and now, truly, with the end of our main season, summer is OVER!

to honor this day and every csa farmer and csa shareholder out there i pause, send you all a huge hoorah, and pick up my knitting.

the flowers are welcome to linger a bit longer

the flowers are welcome to linger a bit longer

saturday redo

i have already mentioned our new saturday routine here.  these days off have been so rich, so full, so free, so decidedly awesome, i feel compelled to write about it again!

i guess what i am trying to say is as a commercial vegetable grower there is a whole bunch of things that are completely abandoned during the growing season. you would expect knitting and reading to be on that list, but honestly, so is house cleaning. add also superfluous culinary activities. add again non urgent laundry. are you getting the picture?   in our new era, the one where farmer paul and i alternate market weeks, i am finding these tiny windows of time every other saturday to do one or more of said activities and my home and family are so much better for it.

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i am an extrovert by nature and it was a challenge for me to let go of my weekly super intense social time. admittedly, once i allowed change to enter i immediately noticed every other week is enough. running the market stand solo is socially saturating and i get full blown uninterrupted micro chats since i am not also  juggling my entirely too active, over tired toddler.

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these days remain unique and unphotographed. why? logistically, currently my only tool to document is the family ipad which is also our point of sales device. said technology is with my mate on these saturdays at the farmers market. i can only offer a mental glimpse of change.  if you arrived at the farm and entered our homestead you might just notice the house is a tiny bit cleaner,  the piles just a smidgen smaller, my  family slightly less stressed and me wondering why on earth it took me 16 years to figure this one out.

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undocumented fun

there are no photos.  when two farmwives meet for a saturday morning coffee, heck, you really shouldn’t even talk about it. but friends, desperate times call for desperate measures and so it came to pass that i found myself in the late morning light at bugtussle sipping my favorite morning beverage with my beloved, broken, cher.

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just before my trip to California, we decided to restructure our market routine. after 16 years of saturdays packing the whole family into the van to make the trek to farmers market, we switched. just. like. that. change can be so complex, we need it somethin’ awful and resist it so vehemently. after reaching near breaking point, we just split up on saturday, one parent staying home with the youngest, the other going to the farmers market  voila, our family takes less of a hit on the weekend. not everyone is tired. someone is home to recover from harvest day, clean the house and prepare some food. simple change, significant change, change.

flowerei ended up with a saturday off. chores complete. house clean. food made. done.  down i drove to bugtussle to hug my buddy. we felt guilty knowing each of our mates were gone on the solo trip to market. alas, we settled into the calm of each other’s company. so dear cher, thanks for sharing a sneaky saturday with  me, i love you friend. eric, i hope the freshly picked, kentucky grown key limes got squeezed onto something that soothed your tired saturday self. i love you friend.

flowersi drove back home smiling. i pulled into my own driveway with just enough time  to grill some dinner for my family and enjoy a  saturday well done. sometimes you do what you gotta do and by golly sometimes you never know really what that is going to be!