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February 17, 2019
By Charis Lindrooth
In some ways February is my favorite month on the farm.
For one thing the sun is noticeably stronger. Now that we have started seeding, the mid-winter sun feels downright glorious in the greenhouse nursery. Flats of emerging seedlings need water twice a day, and I love to bundle up and make the trek down the long hill to where they await my attention.
Along the way I watch for returning birds and have already spotted robins and a boisterous flock of Eastern bluebirds. Chickadees and juncos hop about nearby, unconcerned by my journey past them.
I always make sure I stop at the honeybee hives, checking the stark white boxes for signs of life. On a warm day, even in February, I can spot a few brave bees emerging and searching for food. That reminds me to watch for the early wild flowers that are so essential to their survival. A few yellow dandelions peek out from the brown weathered grass and I hope the foragers find them.
As soon as I unlock and slide open the heavy greenhouse door I am struck full in the face by the warm, humid scent of moist earth. The deliciousness travels to some part of my brain that has stored early childhood memories of spring and immediately feelings of hope and expectation stir within me.
We have nicknamed our greenhouse “Florida” partly because it is so balmy and inspires the shedding of winter clothing, and partly because it feels grand to say, “Hey, I’m going to Florida. See ya later!”
The nursery will be in operation from now until November. It’s opening every winter, along with the opening of CSA registration, feels like the beginning of the season.
Always this moment bears with it hope for abundance. May we be blessed with the right amount of sun and rain. May we be blessed with a bounty of perfectly ripe and delicious produce. And may we be blessed with plenty of customers who will be nourished body and soul with then fruits of our labor.