Community Supported Agriculture!
A little throwback to a baby Baby Lu and our dear @leatherqueer from two years ago. Lulu's little voice just slays my heart. Definitely turn the sound on. Here's to teaching 'em young about community and food and mutual indebtedness. Here's to cultivating community for all of us to live and thrive inside of.
We've made lots of changes to the structure of our CSA this year, but what hasn't changed is a huge commitment to our community, this land, these waters, and the collective future we all hold in our hands. And all the changes we have made come from a deep-rooted longing to be able to do this work for a long time to come. May our community meet us here, in this new place.
We always need the support of our community, because what purpose would we have if we had no one to feed? But right now is when our credit cards are coming due from our fall seed orders, when we're buying fuel to warm the greenhouse to start the seeds in these short, cold days that will feed all of us through the coming year, now is when we're buying supplies and fixing up infrastructure and equipment, and right now is when our cash flow is at it's leanest. Farming happens all year, even if the fruits of that labor only seem to appear when the days are long and green.
Things are especially tight this year, coming off last year's unrelenting drought and the insufficiency of our new well, and we're feeling the worry and tension that come with that kind of uncertainty. If I'm being utterly transparent, farming is never a certainty, and while many seasons we know that but don't have to reckon with the reality of it, this last year, we did. We barely made it through. But we did, because of our CSA.
The seeds for this coming season are dreaming now, safe and well in our library, and I can feel the days getting incrementally longer and brighter. There are no guarantees in this life, ever, but I know, if I have the gift of life, I will plant seeds this spring.
We're a little beat up, that's for
Puppies and toddlers run the farm.
Redwings and gifts from a time of uncertainty.
