Tree Show Season
It’s been a couple of handfuls of weeks since I’ve sat down and written a farm blog post. There is a simple little explanation for that: the farm. It’s often a mystery to me where the time (regardless of the fact that time is a mental construct, an illusion created by the constant movement and more often than not entropy of things in space. But I don’t have a physics blog) goes. But it goes. To do and harvest list after to do and harvest list, and all in one hit we are ankle deep in October. There are no markers along that road to really mark the trajectory we took. It was Summer, and now, it’s Autumn. Things moved in time and space, our marble has titled away from the sun, and that means beautiful sunsets and shorter (work)days (in theory) and us wondering where the “time” went..
Daniela and Kelvin, coming from warmer climes, are dealing with the cold mornings in stride. When asked how he is faring, Kelvin will give an answer with acquiescence.
“Does it ever get this cold in Kenya”
“No, never”
“Not even in the morning?”
“I’ve never experienced this much cold. But I just have to go through it.”
Daniela is well guarded with words towards the cold, but stays multi layered with jackets over hoodies until well into the warm up of the day.
Ori has been right at home in the change of weather, being as it’s no surprise, but a welcome shift. With the muggy days of summer behind us, most of these fall days for Ori’s part have been declared as gorgeous.
We still have a few weeks of working together, but after this month, Kelvin will be headed to a tomato operation in New York State and Daniela to a pig operation in Ohio for the latter halves of their visas. I’ve had to stop recounting to them just how cold it’s going to be. I did, initially, but it doesn’t seem fair. They’ll get there, and they’ll go through it. Ori will be staying in the area and returning for the 2023 season!
For my my part, I can remember Autumns that were so much more harsh that I am grateful for just how kind it is being with us. Most are with equal measure wet, cold and miserable, then crispy and gorgeous. This Fall so far has been frighteningly dry, but otherwise spot on beautiful. This all might be the effects of climate change, in which my gratefulness is measured. But grateful none the less. The trees are putting on a show that all the fireworks of history can’t match, and we have worked through most days start to finish in relative (key work relative) comfort. Hopefully this continues, with, you know… 4-5 inches of gentle rain in the mix.
I hope you are getting out to see the tree show, and that the crispy mornings go experienced, if not savored.
