The final gift from farmers Dan and Caroline to returning members is a cornucopia of vegetables to be steamed, braised, sautéed or roasted and placed on Thanksgiving tables. In previous years, between 60 and 70 members have renewed in advance of the next season and received this special Thanksgiving distribution. This year, 105 members have renewed. Seeds, soil, sun and sweat have delivered. The leap of faith that comes with joining a CSA has been rewarded tenfold. It has been a bountiful season, indeed.
The field crew is hosting a happy hour that gets underway as the skies darken. People bring wine, cheese, beer, chips, dips and home baked muffins to the table to share.
My friends Maria and Matthew arrive with his dad. Matthew fills a glass with red wine and makes a toast: “Here’s to a short winter that brings us back here soon.”
We huddle under the tent as it becomes wet and raw but nothing will dampen the celebration. Adrian Fanning arrives and says we look like tailgaters at a football game. Although it is cold, we linger, not wanting it all to end, but like all growing seasons it must.
It seems only fitting to conclude the story of Restoration Farm’s 2011 growing season with the words of my friend George Garbarini. He is Restoration Farm’s gentleman farmer - and resident philosopher - who took up farming in retirement and now spends rigorous days throughout the year working in the fields.
Says George with a sly gleam in his eye, “This farming…you know it sort of grows on you.”
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