Great Song Farm Newsletter Volume 1 Issue 18 Week of October 2nd, 2011

Great Song Farm Newsletter
Volume 1, Issue 18
CSA Week 17, week of October 2nd
Tuesday Pickup October 3rd 4 - 7pm

Saturday Pickup October 8th 1:30 – 4:30 pm

This Week's Selection
Winter Squash, Radishes, Carrots, Salad Turnips, Arugula, Mustard Mix, Tat Soi, Cabbage, Chinese Cabbage, Leeks, Collards, Kale, Swiss Chard, Parsley, Culinary Herbs, Potatoes, Sweet Peppers
PYO: Cherry Tomatoes, Flowers
Apples and Pears from Threshold Farm
From the Farmers
Dear Friends,
The sun is shining, that cool breeze is still present but has calmed a bit, and the fields are more verdant than I could imagine.  There is something about this coming of fall that reawakens me and invigorates my senses.  The sun has been here all summer but now that the temperatures have dropped a little it has taken on a new feeling when it hits my skin, one so incredibly pleasant I want to do little else than bask in its glory.  We are also reminded that frosts will soon be upon us, and that we had better get moving on those projects hanging over our heads before it becomes more difficult to work outdoors.  Washing the vegetables takes on a whole new dimension:  it’s not so much dunking your hands into the cool water bath, it’s when you take them out and the breeze blows across them and soon enough they’re stiffening up.  The joys of fall!
This time of year is inspiring to me for some reason.  It really gets me moving and excited about the work ahead, how the winter is shaping up, what the next year may bring.  What inspires you?  What brings you out of a funk, what makes you want to sing out to the world?  What strengthens your will to create, to make, to do whatever it is you want to do?  What is stopping you from being all that you are, all that you can be?  I find that this time of year is a sort of deep ripening of all that the year has brought, and if one can look inside and find just what has taken shape and then make sense of it, there is great courage to be found, and to me courage is just what we need a bit more of these days.  Courage to admit our faults, to forgive ourselves and others, courage to realize that we are capable of doing whatever it is we’d like to do, courage to say hi to our  neighbors, courage to ask ourselves ‘who am I’ and ‘where am I/are we going?’, courage to listen deeply to whatever is in front of us (and behind), courage to act on what our soul asks of us, courage to not be afraid of the courage we have.
We will soon be asking those of you interested in joining us for a second season to make a formal commitment and deposit to secure your spot on the farm next year.  We thank you for your courage in joining us for our inaugural season.  With all the ups and downs a year (especially the first) brings you have been steady and patient and open to whatever we have brought to you.  We look forward to the remainder of this season and hope to see many of you at our fall celebration!

in courageous joy,
-Anthony and Jen

Important PostScripts:
This is the last week to place your bulk garlic order!  Please let us know how much you would like to purchase.  The garlic is from our friends at Threshold farm in Philmont and is $6/lb with 10-12 heads per lb.  Stock up for winter!
Our fall celebration/rock picking party is Saturday, October 22nd at 2 pm.  Spread the word, invite your friends!  We’ll begin with a farm tour, head to our back fields that we’ll be growing on next year to pick rocks with the help of Sunny and Kate (equines) and Dick and Jane (bovines), and then come back to the barnyard for a potluck dinner together.
Our friend Ginny did a little write up on Great Song Farm recently for those interested in hearing a little more from our perspective.  Check it out here.

Sojourns in the Parallel World

We live our lives of human passions,
cruelties, dreams, concepts,
crimes and the exercise of virtue
in and beside a world devoid
of our preoccupations, free
from apprehension--though affected,
certainly, by our actions. A world
parallel to our own though overlapping.
We call it "Nature"; only reluctantly
admitting ourselves to be "Nature" too.
Whenever we lose track of our own obsessions,
our self-concerns, because we drift for a minute,
an hour even, of pure (almost pure)
response to that insouciant life:
cloud, bird, fox, the flow of light, the dancing
pilgrimage of water, vast stillness
of spellbound ephemerae on a lit windowpane,
animal voices, mineral hum, wind
conversing with rain, ocean with rock, stuttering
of fire to coal--then something tethered
in us, hobbled like a donkey on its patch
of gnawed grass and thistles, breaks free.
No one discovers
just where we've been, when we're caught up again
into our own sphere (where we must
return, indeed, to evolve our destinies)
--but we have changed, a little.

Denise Levertov

Preparatory reminders for CSA Distribution at Great Song Farm

Please remember bags to carry your produce home as well as small bags
for small loose greens (arugula, mustard mix, lettuce mix).  The bags
we provide are strong enough to be reused several times and it pains
me to watch so many plastic bags go out the door and end up who knows
where.  A simple habit to get into!  If there is interest we could
bulk order organic cotton greens bags to keep them well in the fridge
and move away from plastic altogether.
Please check the large blackboard standing against the stable when you
arrive.  There are many important notes on it that we sometimes don't
have a chance to pass onto everyone.  We don't want you to miss an
opportunity to pick some cherry tomatoes, or take some extra kale.

The egg shares are in the fridge in our kitchen area with a check in sheet
on the refrigerator door.

Please enter and exit the driveway slowly as it is only wide enough
for one car. Watch for folks walking and the undulations of the
parking area.

 When parking, be aware of the large rocks at the entrance of the
driveway and please do not drive where the grass is not short as there
are outcroppings and rocks lurking.

If you will not be coming on your regularly scheduled pick up day,
please let us know, even if you will not be switching days so we know
how much to harvest and whether or not to expect you.

Variation on a Theme by Rilke         
A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me--a sky, air, light:
a being. And before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
and struck my shoulder as if with
the flat of a sword, granting me
honor and a task. The day's blow
rang out, metallic--or it was I, a bell awakened,
and what I heard was my whole self
saying and singing what it knew: I can.
Denise Levertov

Crisp and Stimulating Salad (cooking advice!)

You’ve asked for radishes, and they are now here in great abundance!  For those not so familiar with the larger daikon, red meat, and Munchner Bier radishes, here’s  a great salad we had for lunch today.

Your choice of radish depending on how spicy you like it (we had the red meat, try the Muchner to clear out your sinuses a bit!)
White Salad Turnips
You can add many other fruits and vegetables such as pears, apples, Chinese cabbage, mustard mix, parsley, and other herbs.

Cut the radish into matchsticks and steam for a minute or two to take the edge off a bit if you wish.  Cut the carrots into matchsticks and the turnips and leeks into thin slices.  Top the arugula with the radish, carrot, turnips and leeks and dress with your favorite dressing.  I usually go with olive oil and balsamic vinegar with some chickpea miso added, shaken up.  Enjoy!

A Little Something Else

A Clearing

What lies at the end of enticing
country driveways, curving
off among trees? Often only
a car graveyard, a house-trailer,
a trashy bungalow. But this one,
for once, brings you
through the shade of its green tunnel
to a paradise of cedars,
of lawns mown but not too closely,
of iris, moss, fern, rivers of stone rounded
by sea or stream,
of a wooden unassertive large-windowed house.
The big trees enclose
an expanse of sky, trees and sky
together protect the clearing.
One is sheltered here
from the assaultive world
as if escaped from it, and yet
once arrived, is given (oneself
and others being a part of that world)
a generous welcome.
                                  It's paradise
as a paradigm for how
to live on earth,
how to be private and open
quiet and richly eloquent.
Everything man-made here
was truly made by the hands
of those who live here, of those
who live with what they have made.
It took time, and is growing still
because it's alive.
It is paradise, and paradise
is a kind of poem; it has
a poem's characteristics:
inspiration; starting with the given;
unexpected harmonies; revelations.
It's rare among
the worlds one finds
at the end of enticing driveways.

Denise Levertov