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September 10, 2016
Love that Farmer!
By Charis Lindrooth
The Farmer and his Wife are celebrating their anniversary. It is not an auspicious one - who makes a big deal about eleven? “11,” like the two of us standing side by side, ready to face what lies ahead together.
For us we have plenty to celebrate, like the fact that we have a babysitter lined up for tonight and the Farmer’s Wife has a "Plan!” I would tell you what it is, but the Farmer occasionally reads this post and it would give away the surprise.
Traditionally on this day we reflect on the past years that we have been together, the milestones that have marked the way as well as the status of our relationship and where it might need nurturing. As you might guess the Farm plays a significant role in that conversation.
Although the Farmer was farming before he got married, Red Earth Farm was born about 6 months after the wedding. This means that the relationship has grown and evolved intertwined with the evolution of the farm. Many of you have heard stories of the early days of Red Earth, but I thought I might highlight some of them here, as I prep for my date tonight.
Year One: Red Earth Farm was established on 14 acres in Orwigsburg. The Farmer came up with the name one day after working the iron rich, red soil. The red represented a connection to our ancestors who might have farmed long before our time. We hoped they would kick in a hand now and then.
Year Two: We dug out the bottom of the bank barn and poured a concrete floor to make a safer, cleaner pack area. We also covered the ceiling to prevent dust and dirt from sifting through from above.
Year Three: With help with our Land Project we purchased a 90 acre tract of land in Kempton Pa with the hopes of expanding and stewarding the land with crop rotation.
Year Four: With no irrigation in place we planted for the first time on the new land - a big field of potatoes. By July after days of dry weather, we finally were able to water the field, using a generator-powered well.
Year Five: We put up a pole building to house equipment and brought electricity to that building and the well - you cannot imagine how much that electric company charged us to get electricity to the property, since there was no residence. We purchase an Isuzu refrigerated box truck - this means we aren’t using refrigerated blankets with bags and bags of ice to deliver on hot summer days.
Year Six - Eight: We continued to farm both the Orwigsburg property and the Kempton land. We erected another pole building outfitted with a concrete floor, two used walk-in coolers and office space. The commute between the farms was about 25 minutes and managing both places at once wasn’t always smooth and easy. In that period of time, thanks in part to a grant, we also put up three large hoop houses. One of these became our beautiful new nursery where we tend the seedlings. Heat to a concrete pad in that house provided a cozy spot for early seedlings to germinate. We install a second well for irrigation and establish underground piping to the fields, augmented by above ground firehoses.
Year Nine: We built the Haygrove - a triple bay hoop house covering enough ground to provide early greens and roots for our Spring Share, plus expand our Fall Share.
Year Ten: We offer our first Spring Share to our most eager and enthusiastic vegetable-eating customers. We move our entire farming operation to the Kempton property, and only used the Orwigsburg location as our residence. We open about 30 acres in produce and cut-flowers; this is like having 300 good-sized home gardens. No problem, we got this!
Year Eleven: We hire a new manager with the skills to GAP certify the farm and enroll us as a vendor for the new Whole Foods opening soon in the Lehigh Valley. We expand our Fall Share by three weeks, enabling our most dedicated customers to eat local vegetables from our farm for 34 weeks of 2016.
Now that I have this outline, which the Farmer will surely edit and correct over dinner tonight, I think of so many details that flesh it into a real story, about real people and the food they eat. This includes the many wonderful people who have worked hard on this farm, the many people who have been dedicated consumers of our produce, our children who have grown up on the farm, and of course the Farmer and his Wife. The people make the story the most interesting. That is the part I love, and if I ever sit down for a really long time, and weave this history into a book, it is the people that will bring it all to life. It is a beautiful thing how food brings us together. That is after all how the Farmer met his Wife!
April 12, 2015
A Note from the Farmer's Wife
The Farmer wooed me with sun gold tomatoes and fennel hearts. For our first date he took me on a picnic. In clean overalls, I kid you not, he picked me up and took me to a field of gold. There he unwrapped his carefully prepared vegetables, melons and aged cheeses. Did we have wine too? I don't remember. But I do remember that the early morning’s frost had vanished in the warm autumn sun. We were friends already, sparked that day at my Open House (see previous blog post
). But this marked a new beginning for us. The sweetness of nature, the simple meal and the ease of being together made this moment memorable.
In my next CSA box I found two small cucumbers and another box of sun golds, treasures back in those early farming days. Each week a new surprise in my box, melon, fennel, eggplant, and love notes. By the time the growing season ended we were in love. A year later we gathered with friends and family on a beautiful hillside on a sunny afternoon. I remember walking up the field towards the gathering. I looked back over my shoulder to see the full moon rising. The big smiling “child’s moon” was giving me away.
We celebrate our tenth anniversary this September. While we have thoughts of romantic trips to exotic distant lands, most likely we will wander up the hillside of our beautiful farm, spread a blanket on the warm grass, and share a simple meal grown by our own hands. Sun gold tomatoes for sweetness. Fennel hearts for love. Kale salad for groundedness. Somehow, it doesn't get better than that.