There have been two big changes on the farm this week.
The first is our new greenhouse–we were finally able to purchase the plastic and pull it on this week!!! We are about two months behind our desired time frame on this since we were putting this together piece by piece with extra funds as we had them and using this nifty tool. In the end we kept the transplants intended for this space figuring they will still grow better and faster planted now than if we had planted them in the ground sooner. So yesterday, the farmer cut out of market early and came home to start planting bok choys and spinach and arugula in there. We will also put in cucumbers and tomatoes, as well as some eggplant and peppers. We primarily want it for spring and I am sure it will come in handy for winter too, but throwing some of those heat loving summer crops inside there won’t hurt since they tend to ripen slowly in our temperate summer climate.
Finishing it up the day before the plastic arrived was a family affair and the next morning, the farmer even gently woke up our one late riser to go out and pull the plastic over the hoops before the wind came up. Grandpa came over as well and even the cat and dog tagged along and did their bit by entertaining the baby.
We hope to put two more of these up throughout this summer so that we go into winter with three ready to go; but we’ll see if we reach that goal, just having this one finished feels really good.
It also feels strange. If you’ve been with us for long, you may remember that we have always said we would never put one of these up. We’ve written about it here and here, and mentioned here. The farmer, especially, has always wanted to try something different. But last summer we actually talked with a friend who farms about how long he leaves his plastic on (up to 10 years) and about it being recyclable and all of that seemed more reasonable than the assumptions we were running on. We also went through two really late, cool, and wet springs that made it seem a necessary addition for keeping our business running smoothly and competitively.
We have often, since we began this farm, come around to doing things much differently than we imagined. And that is ok and even good since it means we are continuing to learn and move forward and find ways to stand by what we feel is important and grow a lot of delicious, beautiful, and healthful food for our community.
The other big change that happened out here on the farm this week has nothing to do with farming,but in the same vein, it is quite a change from the way things have been.
I cut this sweet boy’s long baby curls off.
I have not been one to cut my kid’s hair much. Both older boys had long and wild hair when they were young and the oldest chose to keep his quite long until just this past year. I left our little girl’s baby curls for quite a while, even though her somewhat thin and straight hair wasn’t really long hair material. I don’t like to do trim and proper cuts because there is something about them that always makes the child look older and truth be told, that always breaks my heart a little.
But this boy’s hair grew so long, so fast. His curls reached past his shoulders and after going through bangs in babies’ eyes three times already as I try to grow them out, I couldn’t take that hair in this little guy’s eyes this time so I kept trimming his bangs, leading us dangerously into mullet territory.
And so I cut it, very hastily, and now he has a helmet hair cut that may not be that much better and the older children hate it and I really did nearly cry when I lopped off those curls, knowing they would never be back.
And he does look a wee bit older–but he is still terribly cute.
And things change, continually, and grow and evolve. Looking back on pictures of my kids, I sometimes notice that their hair really made them look like wild urchins. In my mother’s eyes at the time, I never noticed; but now I can see that they may have looked a bit unkempt to those who didn’t know us!
I can’t believe I will be 36 this year. Certainly not old, but getting older; and little things are different now that are neither good nor bad, they just are. Now, I plan on keeping a kind of short and easy to care for haircut on the little tike. Probably not all the way prim and proper, but you know, with less tangles.
And now, we have food growing under a giant sheet of plastic where it is really, really warm today.
Time changes things.