Beginnings, Beginnings

It's funny to think about how much of the farming year is "beginning". There's planning to do, and more planning, and scheming, and dreaming, ordering seed, and building the soil, and starting seeds and more. This has been going on for months, and it will go on for at least another month before the first bed is planted. Appreciating and being present with work that is focused on the future is a schizophrenic experience. This is a sweet and quiet time on the farm and it's easy to be alone. This morning the wet snow fell outside the window and the juniper burned fragrantly in the stove, keeping the chicks warm in their cardboard box home. Things seem to move slowly, but like the first big hill on a roller coaster, there's the anticipation that at some point the ride is going to get wild. The chicks, just a week old, have started sprouting feathers. The transition from peep to hen is magical, fast and slow at the same time.


We've proposed our first CSA this year. It looks like it's going to be quite doable. The farmers' markets meetings have started, and we're nearing the top of that roller coaster hill. There's going to be a lot of creativity and hard work around this summer, and this is what the beginning of it looks like.