“The soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. Without proper care for it we can have no community, because without proper care for it we can have no life.”
The farm season is drawing to a close. Dried squash vines lie haphazard in the fields like cords coming from behind computers and monitors. Tomato plants hang in their cages, curled from mildew and early morning frost. Island farms are jewels in the crown of island life. Saturday Market is almost over and many of us are mourning the loss of fresh Swiss chard, kale, and those beautiful salad greens laced with Johnny Jump Up flowers.
To raise your own food and then market it to others is a brave endeavor. Your vegetables could rot in the rain, your cow escape and be killed by a car on the highway, or a sudden heat wave could wilt all your lettuce. But, a farmer meets each challenge with resolve. She will plant again, buy a new cow, make more cheese, and artfully arrange whatever is fresh in the stand.
My favorite part of going to the farm stand is wondering what is available. To peek into the farm fridge and find not only fresh milk and eggs, but, Fromage made with tiny chives is a delight. Holding a bouquet of curly kale makes me giddy. Knowing my farmers personally is comforting because I trust their claims. If they say they are organic I believe them and see first hand what means they achieve this end. Eating is important to my family and island life makes us aware of abundance not just quantity.
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