Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Downpour!
No more furniture left to move, so I had to get to the dozens of emails (mostly professional emails) I'd been putting off. But not before heading to the organic farm that we'd joined. We went to orientation. We went on a long slow walk on muddy paths. Lovage, spinach, kale, and sage--and a moody, beautiful chicken house where the animals inside seemed to know they weren't going to be slaughtered, and thus were calm and curious, content to be with their kind. Just as the long walk ended, thunder rolled across the field. We went up a ridge to pick radishes when the sky let loose, soaking us. We picked faster and faster. We're still drying out.
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is that a parlor stove i see? will/do you split your own wood?
at this organic farm...do you go to pick anything particular or whatever is available at any given time?
I'm not really sure whether that's a parlor stove or not, but I like the sound of it.
No woodsplitting at the CSA. We wussies buy Java logs (made of compressed coffee grounds) from King Kullen, the supermarket.
We pick what's available at any given time, which is the adventure of it: getting to know and eat things one normally wouldn't buy at a farmstand.
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