Beginning on Feb. 25, and 862 trays of soil blocks later, my 2018 farm work season ended today at Sundog Farm. I finished at Wild Woods Farm on Friday.
More than anything, farm work has been time with young people — doing the work and talking about crops, challenges, and everything else.
In my sixth year of soil blocking I kept up physically. I plan to do it again next year if able.
Now to take a break from farming until returning to Wilson’s Orchard for the fall season.
This will be the first summer in a long time we haven’t taken a share from the CSAs. Our garden is big enough to provide most vegetables and I’m confident of the yield. What we can’t get at home I’ll secure elsewhere. Getting enough to eat is never a problem when working in a local food system.
Next on the practical agenda is home repairs and cleaning. There is never a shortage of work for home owners.
It’s also an opportunity to resume writing. Each time I rejoin the project I lose track of everything else. Hours and days pass and like a coal miner I follow the seam wherever it goes. There is a lot more reading, thinking and organizing than writing at this point. I’ve forgotten more than I know about my own life and it can’t be re-lived, merely touched through a gauze woven of memory.
I began addressing the chronology. I’m not sure that will be the presentation. As I delve into the volumes of writing and artifacts collected since college a thematic approach seems better. It would be cultural aspects of growing up, education, work life, how we developed an ecology of living as a family, and my path toward social responsibility. It will also focus on what readers may find interesting.
Writing is exhilarating at a time when the rest of the world seems weary and worn down. What a great way to spend the rest of this summer.