This week we started the fall farm harvests. Back in December, I made a conscious decision to focus on four main crops this year. It has worked out really well for the farm, but more importantly, it has worked well for our family. In previous years we have grown 25 to 30 different vegetables and the management and harvesting schedules made for ultra-busy summers. And now that I have children leaving the nest, I look back and think, “We should have played more”.
So with that in mind, I switched my focus to fewer crops, crops that provided a little breathing room to go to the beach or on a hike or plan for a farm wedding. So this year I decided to grow winter squash (lots of it), green beans, sugar snap peas and potatoes. My thinking was that we would have big planting days in the spring, spend the summer harvesting peas and beans and then the fall harvesting winter squash and potatoes. This week you are eating the potatoes. The skins might be a little loose still and the potatoes a little dirty, but they are freshly dug and super tasty.
I have had several new people that I have met this year ask the age old question, “What do you do for a living?” I find it ironic that I say, “I am a farmer that grows potatoes, winter squash, beans and peas.” But if truth be known, I also grow things like chives, zucchini, flowers, greenhouse tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers. Not to mention apples, pears, plums, strawberries, raspberries (fall and summer varieties), kiwi berries and concord grapes. Lest I forget, I also raise grass-fed beef.
But for some reason, I find myself gravitating, towards potatoes, winter squash, beans and peas as my label—as my moniker—for a farmer. I wonder why that is? When I used to grow spinach, dill, lettuce, beets, chard, parsley, cilantro, garlic, pickling cucumbers, plus the other crops listed above, I just referred to myself as vegetable farmer, but in reality I grew fruit and raised beef cows, too.
As I write, there really isn’t an easy way to describe what I do. “Farmer” is too generic. When I really think hard about what I do, when I boil it down, I start to smile. What I really am, is a husband that loves his wife and together we raise local children, on a local family farm that raises a whole bunch of healthy, nutritionally rich food for our local community. Yep, that about sums it up!
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I thought I would; but suddenly, I don’t mind the touch of chill in the air, the softer, golden-tint to the light and the mention of pumpkins, apples and squash. Last week, I wasn’t ready for summer to end. I wasn’t ready for back-to-school shopping and admitting defeat on all the items yet to be crossed off the summer to-do list. But then it hit me, as it always does. Suddenly, the gray is like a comforting blanket—familiar and welcomed.

When was the last time you went on a picnic? Now that Summer has officially started, why not enjoy it? Pack dinner, gather your friends and family, and head out on a lazy, sunny afternoon for a relaxed picnic.
Here is a great equation for national security: Let’s continue to convert over a million acres of farmland every year for habitat restoration or strip malls.
Oh baby, has it ever been warm. Of course, the one year I decide to skip sweet corn (our other local farmers are growing this crop) the weather is perfect. There is some corn in the valley that was waist high by the fourth. Shoot, most farmers are ecstatic with knee high corn by the fourth. For us, the raspberries are on, the peas are on, summer squash is on, the cucumbers and peppers are on. The tomatoes are just turning, the potatoes are already the size of baseballs and soon we will be picking green beans.
I know, from 15 years of running this business, that many of you will soon be off to your favorite vacation spot; loading up the “station wagon,” piling in all those kiddos and heading to the mountains, rivers, beaches, etc.