Before March 15th there was plenty of work to do, but there was no real sense of urgency about it. Annie, the Master Farmer, kept referring to the change that would take place around that day, but it always seemed so far away. So I was caught a little by surprise when Annie began running around
maniacally, in an excited panic saying, “Lesley, it’s March 14th!”
And for a split second I wondered why she was so worked up, and then I
remembered that the busy season was now upon us.
There are so many tasks written on each of the daily squares
now that the mind boggles a little to look at it. They are written very very
tiny, so that all of them can fit, and so that it gives you a little head ache
to try and decipher all the work that will be happening each day. We are seeding so many new vegetables
that it is hard to believe that we will have space for them all. We are building garden beds only
slightly faster than we transplant veggies into them. Building and shaping
garden beds is no easy task. I have shed that winter layer of pounds and added
some biceps in only the last week or so I think.
But don’t think that I’m complaining. I absolutely love
running to each new task and then having such a sense of accomplishment at the
end of each day when we can walk around and actually see all of the work that we did. And, as most of you know, I also
find a lot of joy in physical exhaustion.
While all of this is going on, the land is waking up. So as
I run from the green house to the lower garden to the barn and back to the
greenhouse I get to watch everything around the farm begin to grow.
These asparagus are a perennial plant and come back every
spring. These are the first to poke their heads through the dirt.
And the above are the apple trees that Derek and I spent so
much time pruning. We didn’t kill them!! I might just call that our first great
accomplishment here.
Oh Derek, you would make a good buddhist, noting your feelings and how they change.
ReplyDeleteYour well-pruned apple trees are lovely. Happy Spring!
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