Timing

As I write, snow flies outside.

I would say that it’s only been the last week or two that the myself and the crew have talked much about the end of the season. For their part, planning for their next moves and positions were happening well before. But the acknowledgment of just how close we are had only arrived more in the last week. However, to make it very, very clear to us that the season is indeed reached that point, it’s snowing.

Surely it won’t stick. But the signal is clear.

Over that last week, we’ve gotten all the fall carrots harvested and into the cooler, queued up to be washed and bagged for the winter markets. Likewise, all the squash and onions have been moved to secure locations to be dispensed over the course of the next few month. We have yet to harvests beets and celery. Provided that they survive a couple cold nights on the horizon, we will get those in, washed and packed tightly. By the time October is over, the walk in coolers will be as full as we can get them with roots and alliums and squashes. That will give us some summer larder for the markets to come in the off season.

In the middle of all that, with the end being nigh, we also had to fit in a day trip to the North Shore. Who knows when Daniela or Kelvin will be back in the upper middle west, an area few people in the world think of when they think of North America. So they had to see what is up here. Perhaps I should recant that last statement as Kelvin had mentioned that he has had a small obsession with Lake Superior ever since he saw it in an atlas as a kid. Such a huge amount of water, directly on the other side of the world.

So we went to the lake, hiked the shores, caught the tail end of the leaves changing with little time to spare. No doubt these last couple weeks will be taken up with logistics and finalizing plans for the crew, and now doubt the trees will soon be bare of all leaves. Were there piles of tasks yet still to accomplish on the farm while we were up galavanting in the wilds? You can bet that is the case. It will always be the case. But we took our window. And once again, whether by luck or by skill, our timing was right on.

Let the snow fly.