Contenu du panier : Haricots, mesclun, carottes, tomates, tomates cerises, aubergine, brocoli, échalotes, ail ou cerises de terre, sauge
Recette : Salade de brocoli
Cette semaine, on vous présente un poème par Eby, une des fermières, sur ces réflexions sur pourquoi elle pratique l’agriculture. Nous ne l’avons pas traduit (c’est quand même difficile de traduire un poème !), mais si quelqu’un entre vous voulez le traduire, on serait vraiment contente de le mettre dans les deux langues !
Notre fête de récolte !
Nous aurons notre fête de récolte annuelle SAMEDI le 20 SEPTEMBRE. Nous allons commencer avec un peu de travail participatif, suivi par un repas partagé (style potluck). Apres, on jouera de la musique ensemble, donc amenez vos instruments et vos voix ! Nous organisons du transport de Montréal, donc laissez-nous savoir si vous avez besoin d’un lift. Veuillez confirmez vos présences par courriel si possible : eby@fermeauxchampsquichantent.com.
14h-17h : Travail participatif
17h : Repas partagé (potluck)
19h : Musique dans la grange !
Chatons
En plus, si vous ne saviez pas avant, nous avons des chatons à donner ! Nous en avons environ 7 chatons (de 3 différents mamans) à donner, dont 4 qui sont prêts à partir dès maintenant ! Si vous voulez un chaton, envoyez-nous un courriel et on peut l’amener au prochain point de chute !
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Why do I farm?
By Eby Heller
Why do I farm?
Planting onions, weeding carrots, harvesting beans.
These jobs of repetition, of soothing motions
Over and over.
My body moving beyond, or perhaps in spite of
my mind.
Why do I farm?
Responding to emails, explaining new vegetables,
packing special orders with a smile, knowing how they will be appreciated.
Remembering names, faces, cookie preferences.
This process of creating ties, connections.
Why do I farm?
The cozy dark winter times of dreaming in seed catalogues.
The visioning of the space, our home, this land, when it is all covered in snow.
(lets deepen the pond! Put berries there! A new cold room? Sweet corn for the baskets?)
Learning, sometimes so painfully, how to be a better colleague, listener, friend
To make life more beautiful with the two women who grace my life.
Why do I farm?
Planting tomatoes, cucumbers, melons.
Speeding up, becoming faster. No time for that detail, moving forward faster, faster.
Must trellis NOW.
Must trellis LAST WEEK.
Plants taking over plans, leaving no room to breathe
July can barely contain itself.
Why do I farm?
Surrounded by beings, breathing, warming, eating.
The morning chicken parade, hens tumbling from the trailer door opens.
Timid and peaceful cow-boys, munching, watching,
unaware of their immense weight.
Warm, fuzzballs of kittens appearing as if from nowhere.
Hidden by watchful mothers until they can at least stumble like drunkards.
Why do I farm?
Watching the first tiny onion in February come poking up out of the potting soil, under high pressure lights in our sweet, damp basement.
Months later, planting it outside, one of thousands
barely visible lines of light green against the soil.
How can this turn into such a strong, robust staple of winter diet,
this tiny fragment of vegetation?
The miracle of annuals.
Why do I farm?
Watching, feeling
the process of reflection
Each step, each maneuver, reverberates back
Reminding me to be mindful.
Each thought flows into the next,
the seasons so dramatically different
but we struggle to find the perceptible changes from one to the next
the earth moving at a pace that barely recognizes our collective existence.