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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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.. “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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