Saturday night really started to feel like winter. The wind was the real killer. The cold acted like a curious child, determined to get it’s fingers into any gap, to explore every crevice or opening it could find. The low clouds had the look of snow, and after last week’s very wet CSA pickup, I’d choose snow over rain in a second. Those of you who were put off by the weather last week missed out on a bountiful week, but the people served by St. Lukes Community house and food pantry ate especially well for your absence.
It will be cold this week at the CSA, but not wet. I hope that doesn’t keep so many of you away, after all, regardless of the weather, you still have to eat. Unless you sign up for the winter CSA, and we still have space available, there are only three pickups left this season- this week, and two more, with the 20th only open if you sign up. We will start sending the extras you asked for, but sorry, no butternuts.
Next Monday, Jeff will be coming in to town. At the end of the day, after we clean everything up (around 8 or so), we will be going out for a little end-of-season celebration. The last few years we have ended up at Blackstone on West End. Every season has its unique challenges, and this year was no exception, but we feel it was a successful season nonetheless. Anyone is welcome to attend, and we hope many of you will find it possible to join us despite the fact that it is on a Monday night.
There will be no more shiitakes this season, but I will bring some oyster mushrooms for the fungus lovers out there. Those of you who have tried them before know how tasty they are, and those who haven’t may want to before the opportunity passes.
This morning (Sunday) I awoke to flurries falling from the sky. My Sunday morning hike was so nice amongst the falling flakes. The weather didn’t stifle any of the activity of the forest. The animals may have been out in force, but the people were scarce, making for a really lovely and serene scene. I love watching the snow lightly coat the trail and fallen leaves. Especially when flakes begin blowing around in the wind as if to be dancing across the ground in celebration. Swirling and turning, the snow was responsive to every breeze. Not a single flurry found any permanence on the ground, and perhaps in practicality that’s a good thing, but I can’t help to hear the child in me giggling at the prospect of snow enough to play in. See you all tomorrow, and don’t forget to bundle up
This Week’s Harvest:
Bok choy, Chard, Celery, Mustard, Turnips, Radishes, Arugula, Kohlrabi, Potatoes, Sweet Potatoes, Parsley