The winter farm is somewhat magical. The growth is subtle and the pace is slow. And then when it feels that there is nothing but the color gray, we can take a peek into the high tunnels and swim in the shades of green. A Rumi poem about a winter garden resonated this week:
“Don’t think the garden loses its ecstasy in the winter. It’s quiet but the roots are down there riotous.”
Rumi
After a couple weeks off the slow growth of kales and spinach and lettuce crept up on us. Imagine our surprise when checking under the plastic low tunnels outside to see that bok choy survived those frigid days and nights we had over the holidays. The turnips are huge, yet still tender. And the carrots, sweeter than candy! Even the tips of the earliest planted garlic have begun poking out from under their bed of leaves. Riotous to say the least.
It felt really good to get back into the swing of things, and even better to see familiar names pick up at our stand and familiar faces at the farmers’ market. There is this magnetic energy between the good food people of the world and the soil that keep us all fed. It is our deepest pleasure to live in that energy. It felt stronger than ever after those weeks off. We so appreciate your pull towards fresh goodness. Between this pull and knowing what the farm is capable of we can’t help but feel we are at the beginning of what is going to be a great year for Star Light Gardens.
Thank you and have a great week!