All the trees on our hillsides have shed their leaves accept those tough old Oaks. Wisconsin’s mountain country, it seems, is a couple weeks ahead of other places in the southern part of the state. At the end of Haucke Lane the Keewaydin crew will pack the last CSA box of the regular season completing a twenty week journey of seasonal eating. Through the highs and lows, the dry and heat, weeding, weeding, planting…..watering…..weeding….planting we tended our gardens. A huge thank you to the Keewaydin crew for showing up day after day so often in a good mood ready to bend and stoop and sweat, packing boxes to fulfill our daily obligations, it cannot happen without them. Thank should also go out to Mother Mary for tending her flock of chickens with loving care, I get a kick out of listening to her cluck and converse with her birds as if they were all sitting down around the morning breakfast table having coffee and discussing the daily plan. “Would you care for a few bugs or some kitchen scraps to eat, how about dirt to scratch?” “Yessss….please! Eggs, anyone?” Finally thanks goes out to all of you who joined us for the season. I’ve heard from more of you this season then all the years combined and you don’t know how much that means to me. I know that some of you CSA members both new and old will not be back next year but I still love you for giving us a try. For those that do come back next year I promise the year will be better, more variety, more staples, more fruit, more everything.
On Sunday I returned to the farm after a week of travel that took me through the heart of the heart land, as far west as Omaha and as far east as Detroit, visiting with people working to reshape the food scape. Every day more and more people are waking up their taste buds, choosing food grown on farms in their neighborhood by people who care about their wellbeing. Driving back into Haucke Lane on Sunday I was filled with a mix of longing to see more and the pure joy of being back on my little slice of heaven. I lit a fire in the Kickapoo wood stove, kissed and hugged my girls then walked with them down to Mother Mary’s home for the Packer game. The next morning I was up early, 5 am, in the crisp darkness the stars where shining so bright you could almost reach out and touch them. Not a sound, not the slightest of breeze disturbed the moment. I walked the fields out to Horseshoe Point then sat and watched the sun come up. Slowly the world around me revealed itself; there was a light fog in the valley, frost on the ground but warmth in the air. After breathing deep the fresh morning air it was time to see the girls off to school and get the coffee brewing, another great start to a Wisconsin morning.