Once again,
we pause to give thanks. We give thanks for the good times and the blessings,
and if we are really brave and honest, we give thanks for the tough times, and
consider what it taught us, and how it helped us grow.
It’s the
same at Restoration Farm. Some things
thrive and some things struggle, but we give thanks for it all. As Thanksgiving
2014 approaches, we gather again at the farm to share the final bounty of the
season – root vegetables, Long Island Cheese pumpkins, winter squash, potatoes,
stunning heads of broccoli and whimsical Brussels sprouts that look like sleigh
bells.
Head grower
Caroline Fanning talks about the unpredictability of the weather, and the cold
snap that has gripped Long Island.
“I thought
we’d have beautiful lettuce for the members, but it didn’t make it,” she says.
“The water was turning to ice on the ground as I washed the carrots.”
Nothing is
guaranteed. We can only soldier on, hope
for the best, and celebrate and be grateful for what we have.
Members
stream in for their Thanksgiving produce. The Tin House pulses with a sense of
excitement at the bounty spread before us.
The fields of
Restoration Farm will take a brief respite, but even as they anticipate
slumber, they are drenched in rich, emotional colors. It is a fiery, final
celebration of the season that was.
And, even
still, things grow. As I walk in the fields, Glenn Aldridge pulls the truck to
a stop in front of me and opens the passenger door.
“I have
sage,” he says with excitement. He
passes me a handful of fragrant, slender leaves from a basket on the car seat,
which I stuff in my coat pocket. It
smells like Thanksgiving dinner.
At Apple
Trace, the heirloom apple trees planted in memory of my dad Jim are shedding
their leaves, but they grew extensively this season. Some tower over me by three or four
feet. He would be amazed at how these
trees have grown.
I revel in
the crisp beauty of it all for just a little longer, think about what
germinated, blossomed and was harvested since that frigid New Year’s Day when
we sat around the table selecting seeds, and wonder about the season that is
yet to come.
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