I love to dance, I can’t really help myself. I hear the music and a twitching begins in my toes, spreading to the rest of my body. My conservative, shy, Midwestern mind always loses the argument in my head to allow others to take to the dance floor first. When I lived in Colorado it was fairly common that I would be the first on the dance floor flinging my body around is wild abandonment. In true white boy fashion I’m not sure you could call what I do dancing, it could be more likely described as herky jerky random thrusting head bobbing slip slid with a half twist but it’s what I’ve got. However one dances is alright by me, I especially love seeing little children and the awesome rhythms they bring to the floor. No inhabitations, no fear, no judgment, just peer feeling and joy. Now days I’m involved in another form of dancing called farming. To be a farmer you must learn to dance, around the season, the weather, the customer, the pests, the soil. It is like no other work I have ever known. Like a good dancer you must be flexible, all of your best laid plans mean nothing at times. Like a good dancer you must also be nimble, to change direction with ease and speed. You must be creative, to seek out those exotic plants that may or may not work on your farm. A farmer, like a dancer, must also have faith, faith that someone will catch you if you fall or that the seeds you plant will grow and blossom into something beautiful or fruitful. When it’s all said and casino done the most beautiful dancers or farmer/farms also develop and perfect a routine that to the outside eye looks easy, fluid, and beautiful but comes from years of perfecting body and mind and soil.
Although we have a bit of time left we are most certainly on the swing towards fall, the second half of the CSA season. The days are getting slightly shorter and comfortable sleeping weather has returned. I was at a bluegrass festival this last weekend in a quaint little valley somewhere in the hills of southwest Wisconsin and had to don the hooded sweater, and socks in the evening, I even saw my breath on the air. So hard to believe how fast these days fly by. Spend some time smelling the roses or listening to the crickets because soon they will complete their dance and a new one will begin. Happy eating.