Back on Track, by Angela

Young Broccoli & Collards in the Field

In a whirl of conditioned farm execution, the broccoli and collards are finally in the ground! I can't tell you how good it feels to gaze out upon those rows of emerging fall delights in the field instead of panicking over their well-being during their extended stay in the greenhouse. Listen closely and you too may hear the various choruses of joy as you pass that field.

Brussels Sprouts & Josh

We bid adieu to farmer Josh whose last day with us was Friday. Seen above as the rock-star master of the weed whacker, Josh notably is the fastest garden-forker this farm has ever seen. Thank you, Josh, for all your hard work and enjoyable spirit. Blessings.

Heirloom Tomatoes in the Field for Gleaning

Same as last week, the heirloom tomato plants are dying out and are open for gleaning by members during pickup hours. Please take as many as you'd like before the plants are gone.

Heirloom Tomato Rainbow

A Farmer's Day, by Angela

'Twas a Monday morning indeed, with weeds to our knees digging potatoes in a little sprinkle that turned into glorious afternoon sunshine. I smell a bit of tractor after pleading with the green machine to start (a plea it refused) and am soaked head to toe thanks to my body's own swamp-cooling system. I am a farmer--these are the events of my day that, though mundane, make for a good day.

Broccoli will be leaving the nursery of the greenhouse to live in the farm fields this week. The plants look hardy and well, with good promise for a healthy share of heads this fall. It's funny how the florets do remind so many (myself included) of miniature trees, as if we were giant people able to eat oak trees as a side dish.

Broccoli forest (source, art by Carl Warner)

I thought about this size dimension again while looking over the newly sprouted rows of salad mix, thinking they look like forests from an airplane's perspective. Oh, to be a bug or a bird for a day would surely explode my brain in wonder.