Easy Peasy

Farming seasons never really end. They just fade into each other. The earth just tilts away from the sun long enough for us to feel like there is a punctuation. But it’s not long before it starts tilting back again. Even if they do have an end, it’s much further into the seasons following than one imagines. The pains, joys and lessons of 2006 (the first of this farms seasons) still fade and blend into what happens here now. Though thin and transparent, it’s still that season, for a little while longer. How long? Don’t know. But it’ll be 2021 for a much longer while, thick and present, as it reverberates into the future.

The crew has now left the farm; Daisy to New York State for the second half of her visa, Mar and Tommie back to the Twin Cities. I have to say, after months of near daily work together and having each others backs, it’s a little abrupt to find myself here, just doing the cleanup, taking into account the fallout, and conjuring up visions for 2022. The first week without a morning “Habari Yako?” at some point, that’s a little jarring.

I will say that the crew left the farm in good position for making the transitions to next year. Though we didn’t get to all the projects that I had in my ideal outlay, it wasn’t for lack of effort. It was more of circumstance. The seasons warm weather went on and on (and still does), and so we did other things. There is still plenty to do, if only I stay motivated for it. There is plenty to mow, fix (especially since I don’t have a heated work space!), prep (like early spring beds), order (all out 2022 supplies before the end of the year) and maintain. Like I said, it’s just a transition from one step to the next, in one big extended season.

Now is the simple part: winter markets, slow down, winter respite. Easy and peasy.