On The Farm- August 9th

I could easily and happily go for days on the farm without seeing another human. Me and the plants, them growing, me tending. Me and the early morning sounds of bugs and birds. The steadiness of work, my own silence and consistency.  Alone on the farm is home for me, comfort.

But this week many people have passed through the field. Six hands quickly tucked fall brassicas into the soil, a day’s work for me accomplished in a few hours.  The calm and quiet of the lone farmer was replaced with laughter and merriment.  Three generations of women shared stories while they worked. A totally new energy settled down on the farm, one of vibrancy, lightness, and efficiency. Add your own presence to the farm while you pick flowers and appreciate the land this week.


~ by handhollowfarm on August 28, 2011.

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