Yes, celery root and parsnips are making an appearance on our table at the farmers’ market this week. We’re all longing for cooler, wet weather. Wandering around the fields this early evening, I am speechless for the beauty.
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Hard to believe but we’re more than half way through 2015. Pumpkins and other winter squash are ripening. The corn is finished, much to the disappointment of our local customers. Tomatoes are ripe and the melons are so aromatic the bees are tumbling around in their flowers. The pictures should speak louder than my words.
I am amazed I have not posted in such a long time. I am sorry to jump over months of farm activity.
This year, as always, we have much less produce coming out of the fields, than at other times of the year. We’re running into shortages at the market, running out of salad crops within an hour of the start. Beds in the field are damp and cold, not conducive to plant growth. But ground is drying and things are being planted. Our tables will again be full in a month or so. Let me catch you up, visually.
It happens every year. Juggling price changes, seed and box orders, soil samples to send, staff needs, signage plus new accounts, keeps everyone on their toes.
And then there is what’s happening in the fields. Multiple crops are ready to be harvested and sold. 5,000 heads of lettuce are seeded every two weeks, but now every 10 days, as demand increases. More is required of our bodies and our minds. It feels like a miracle that it all comes together each week… the orders are taken, the crops are picked, packed and delivered, the markets happen and we sell.
We are so grateful for our tremendous staff, in the field and at the markets. Our health and ability to make this all happen has much to do with eating our own great products!
For the second week in a row, we have lost our planting of Red Butter lettuce to a pervasive burn which effects the edges of the leaves. It looks beautiful, until you start to pull it apart. We will face a lot of disappointed customers at the markets, but luckily have other lettuces to offer. The burn seems to correspond to heat during certain parts of the growth cycle.
The old saying, “Don’t put all your eggs into one basket” comes to mind right now. The farm has lots of baskets and they are full of many summer crops. Take a look:
Changes happen fast around here. Our second market of the week opened this week, Tuesday, with much fanfare and commotion. We had a busy and successful night. Thanks to all for coming and supporting us and all the vendors. We look forward to another great season.
We are growing some new varieties this year including a new English pea called Penelope (ahhh). It sports a densely packed pod of small, sweet peas, most picturesque. Also, to fan the kale-craze flames, a broader leafed kale called Rainbow Lacinato kale.
The farm stand will open soon. Still haven’t set a date, but the decor has been planted.
Yes, it’s weird. The days are gorgeous. We are hearing of snow and cold in much of the country and we sit in bliss with the whole day feeling like a warm summer evening. The sun stays low. It doesn’t get too hot.
We know we need rain. And we’d love to see it on the horizon. But we’ll put up with this loveliness as we don’t have much of a choice.
We’ll be back at the local Farmers’ Market this week, after a three week break. And we’ll have plenty!
We’re pretending it’s Easter today. We have spent Easter with my parents for years. My mom loves to decorate her house with a fabulous collection of baskets and eggs, chickens and rabbits, tucked into sweet, surprising corners of their lovely house. But my mom is not up to it this year, recovering from some surgery and we are making due on our own.
Our household includes my son Quinten, who has recently moved into our house. He’s been invaluable, helping with anything and everything, cooking, picking, packing and selling. We are so glad to have him share our lives.
I decided to have peas with the rest of the meal. We sold all that were picked yesterday at the farmers’ market, so I took the opportunity to pick them myself. I must preface this with I don’t do any of the field work for mostly practical reasons. But I love to do it. The peas were loaded with flowers and pods. Quite quickly I narrowed my focus to concentrate on the subtle color shifts and spot the peas of appropriate size. The colors are beautiful and I tried to imagine how to paint such a jumble, without any clear focus or line-of-sight. Could it be just an abstract pattern? And years ago I began a needlepoint pillow blocked in by the quite famous textile man Kaffe Fassett. It’s almost done, as you can see, folded up waiting for me to have the patience to make it into a pillow. I think I started it in 1990. I’ll stick with less complexity for my paintings, at least for now.
Picking peas was very meditative and internal. The birds were whistling and screeching. I heard small motors and insects. But as I got toward the end of the row the sound of cars whizzing by on Arnold Drive, over arched most everything else. I wanted to turn around…maybe I had enough? Well, that could be what the crew thinks too because at the end of the row, I found a bonanza of perfect peas. I picked more from that 2 feet at the end of the row than on the rest of the shoulder-height 200′ row.
We’ll have another “Easter” when my mom is ready. Pretend Easter is a good idea. Now we have Sunday to celebrate our almost anniversary!
Friday Farmers’ market comes to Sonoma, establishing a weekly rhythm to the farm as we load the truck with freshly harvested and washed, then boxed up salad, lettuces, celery root and winter squash. One team picks and packs, another sets up and sells.
Still, most of the acreage is planted in cover crop. It’s not warm enough plant summer crops out. A freeze is still possible and we hope we haven’t seen the end of the rainy, wet weather.
Though, after a 70 degree day, it’s easy to not wish for it.