Brr – the Potter Hill winter winds return for one day and I find myself dreaming of living farther south! Or at least farther down this hill. Maybe it’s just the February drearies, but this winter has positively spoiled me – I just can’t imagine living through a real New England winter ever again.
It’s been a running joke with many of you dedicated customers that every week I say this will be the last pickup until the spring crops start coming in. And then the greens in the tunnel grow some more and I’m forced to distribute more deliciousness to you all. So, I understand your skepticism, but I think this might be the last one!
When I planted the greens in the fall, I figured I had missed the deadline for a productive harvest. I thought we’d get a couple harvests out of it, but definitely didn’t expect to still be harvesting from them in the middle of February. I guess I’m not the only one spoiled by this extremely mild winter. Of course, I get to come inside a heated house at night. Not so much for those greens – you may be surprised to learn it is a completely unheated tunnel. The temps at night are essentially the same as outside. Nature’s resiliency is impressive. Let’s hope it’s far more resilient than we think, because we humans seem to be doing our best to test its breaking point. As far as I can tell, that can be the only explanation for news like this. We’re dousing Florida’s most vital and vulnerable waterways with millions of gallons of herbicides? So that the water grasses that filter all the runoff from destructive farming practices…..don’t get tangled in our propellers? 🤦♂️ Sounds like a topic for another newsletter.
Veggie Ordering and Pickup Procedures: Put your veggie orders in online before 6am Monday. The website has been a little buggy so if you don’t see a wide variety of items or you see items out of stock, try refreshing your browser. We’ll have your order available for you to pick-up from 3-6pm Monday on the farm at 64 Potter Hill Rd in Grafton. Pickups are in the long white garage on the left across from the big red barn at the crest of the hill.