Great Song Farm Newsletter
Volume 1, Issue 23
CSA Week 22, week of November 7th
Tuesday Pickup November 8th 4 - 7pm
Saturday Pickup November 12th 1:30 – 4:30 pm
This Week's SelectionEscarole, Radishes, Salad Radishes, Daikon Radish, Red and Green Cabbage, Salad Greens, Salad Turnips, Purple Top Turnips, Collards, Kale,  Sweet Peppers, Parsnips, Spinach, Beets

From the Farmers
Dear Friends,

As human beings, most of us are asked to play—or ask ourselves to play—somewhere between 2 and 10,000 different roles within the span of a day, a week, a year.  Parent, employee, manager, caregiver, student, customer, friend, human.   To each of these roles we must dedicate our time and energy—we take on responsibilities and, in response, hopefully devote our capacity to be present, to be aware, and to pay attention.  
In prioritizing our duties and dividing our time, it doesn’t seem that it should be a matter of importance, nor a matter of compromise, but rather that of finding balance amidst these many important aspects which together express our individuality and make-up our life.
This past week, I had my first day of off-farm work at Wild Hive bakery and café in Clinton Corners, where I will be working 2 days per week throughout the winter.  The atmosphere was gentle, the employees friendly and joyful, and the customers sociable and welcoming, but on my drive home, I was already daunted by what it would mean to be spending 17 hours a week working off farm—what tasks or projects was I compromising by my decision to be taking time and energy away from my work at Great Song?
While being in Ontario this past season and hearing of Jen and Anthony’s endeavors, it felt like they were teaching me much about finding and establishing a living pace for their work.  I don’t know if they themselves shared this experience while they were within the thick of the farming season, but from my distanced vantage point, it felt like they were moving unhurriedly and patiently through their work—not stressing at what was not getting done “on time” or what was not going to be able to be accomplished—but paying careful attention to what they were doing, and devoting to each task that which it required.  It felt like they were able to recognize their human—and farmer—limits, and therefore take the time to play the other roles in their lives, most importantly that of being human.
It seems that the dilemma of finding balance is not (exclusively) an external one—how many hours I am devoting to one person, job, or role that I play—but more a matter of how I can support myself in feeling balanced—in feeling like I am devoting an appropriate and necessary amount of my time or my mental space to that which is before me.  If I can honor my limits, be patient with the number of hours in a day, and focus on what I am doing in any given moment, then perhaps I will find a sense of balance that will be established by clear thinking, not just an organized calendar.
This week marks the final pick-ups for the CSA season!  Thank you all for being along for the journey, for your adventuresome taste-buds and culinary experiences, and being a supportive member of the Great Song Community.  Please sign-up to join us for the 2012 season!
-Lisa, Jen, and Anthony
Anthony’s Super Delicious Caramelized Purple-top Turnips
A generous handful of turnips
1-2 onions, sliced thin
5-10 cloves of garlic, or to taste, minced
Butter and/ or olive oil
Salt to taste
Parsley to taste, minced

Peal turnips and slice into approximately 1” chunks
Heat enough water to cover the bottom of a pan until boiling, add turnips, cover
Cook, stirring occasionally, until soft, 25-35 minutes.  If you burn them ever so slightly, you will create a caramel-peanut flavor that is quite lovely.  Add more water to prevent over-burning.
Meanwhile sauté onions in a generous helping of butter and/or olive oil
Continue to stir until slightly caramelized and well-cooked; add garlic, salt, and parsley, and sauté for another 1-2 minutes; add to turnips
Add salt to taste.
Savor the flavor of the season!

A little something else

A Blasphemy

By Maurice Manning
You wouldn't have believed it, how
the man, a little touched perhaps,   

set his hands together and prayed
for happiness, yet not his own;

he meant his people, by which he meant
not people really, but trees and cows,

the dirty horses, dogs, the fox
who lived at the back of his place with her kits,

and the very night who settled down
to rock his place to sleep, the place

he tried so hard to tend he found
he mended fences in his sleep.

He said to the you above, who, let's
be honest, doesn't say too much,

I need you now up there to give
my people happiness, you let

them smile and know the reason; hear
my prayer, Old Yam. The you who's you

might laugh at that, and I agree,
it's funny to make a prayer like that,

the down-home words and yonder reach
of what he said; and calling God

the Elder Sweet Potato, shucks,
that's pretty funny, and kind of sad.