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  Time is a funny thing–it passes, it always seems to pass… like breaths, the breathing of years. This growing season, here at the CCF has passed more quickly than I would have thought… the season is nearly over.
    It seems as if I haven’t been farming all that long… but long enough now to really lose track of the seasons. These days, each season seems layered on the last rather than a linear string of time.
  And I think time is starting to play tricks on me… For instance,  when I think of June, and I see all the Junes, I lose track of the years… I see Rob planting beets in the the back pasture. Clara and Iris bundled up at a rainy farmers market Tomato Plant Sale, me  organizing the green house… or trimming the goats hooves… not in order, just all layered together… and then I think of how many folks I’ve fed, how many food pantry’s we donated to in all the years on the farm… right up to this season’s market days… it all seems to exist in this hyper-duality of the present and some  of ancient memory.
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  Beyond all of our reality, the more time I spent on my farm, I’d start to really absorb the ghosts of the place… I’d find myself moving hay in the barn and be struck by a warm feeling of meta-repetition, repetition of all the women and men who had moved hay around the property previous to us for the last 150 years… and it happened kind of a lot… pulling rocks out of the field, eating a plum off the tree, helping to deliver triplet kids, squinting in the low hot autumn sunshine, rubbing flies off the back of Francesca… our family cow, telling my grandkids a story on the side porch… it’s all happened  before, and it continues to echo, in my mind.
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   This season, in a nutshell has been a wonderful growing season… and all of my customers and friends are a huge part of that, so thank you — for the much appreciated support throughout these years. But for me, the real joy isn’t just in seeing this season, it’s in seeing all of those past seasons, folded back on one another, taken in together, a prolific blooming collective experience, retaining all of the good memories, the hard work and even the woes of life on a farm on any given day…
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  Now, only the pumpkins, winter squash, two rows of sweet potatoes, along with plenty of kale… remains. Perhaps that’s a good thing– the coming of the end of another season. It’s a reminder to slow the pace down now and hunker down for that awful impending white stuff, once again.

 

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KISS…. take thyme to smell the black-eyed Susie’s! Thank you Maggie Mae for the reminder  🙂

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Amen!

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” Man– despite his artistic pretensions, his sophistication, and his many accomplishments– owes his existence to a six inch layer of topsoil and the fact that it rains. ”

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Whoever penned this statement was most certainly a gardener or a farmer, for those that live closest to the earth are not only the most tolerant of nature’s ways, but the most forgiving–even when droplets fall at the most inconvenient of times. 🙂

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I have been in many places, but I’ve never been in Cahoots. Apparently, you can’t go alone. You have to be in Cahoots with someone.

I’ve also never been in Cognito. I hear no one recognizes you there.

I have however been in Sane. They don’t have an airport; you have to be driven there. I have made several trips there, thanks to my friends, family and work.

I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and I’m not too much on physical activity anymore.

I have also been in Doubt. This is a sad place to go, and I try not to visit there too often.

I’ve been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm.

Sometimes, I’m in Capable.. and I go there more often as I’m getting older.

One of my favorite places to be is in Suspense! It really gets the adrenalin flowing and pumps up the old heart. At my age, I need all the stimuli I can get!

And sometimes, I still think I’m in Vincible… but life shows me I’m just not!!

Have a splendid weekend, everyone!

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My ninety-year-dear old friend, Francesca took several tulip bulbs from a paper sack, instructing me as she threw them, “Dig the holes precisely where they fall.  The tulips will look far more natural, and you can learn a most valuable lesson from the experience.  Grow where you are planted! Life has a way of hurling us in all directions.  Some of us grow and bloom, while others complain and die.  When I’m ready to die, I’ll quit planting bulbs. Until then, I’ll have something to always look forward to in the springtime.”

I am so ready, awaiting the arrival of this season’s tulip bed to come alive with it’s splendid colors, and warmth of the season.

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.. “and time has no meaning” j.a.s.14

…. and yet, timing is everything. If it’s meant to happen it will, at the right time and for the right reasons.

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