and go find my mother
tell her I love her
hard times were hard
she told her daughter
to be happy, Christian and free
well they don’t go together
but I’m one of the three



one day you will
make a flower grow in the soil and
well that’ll be the greatest thing we’ll ever do

I wake up
shake up
how could I not
I’m a girl in a breakup
with her god
and forgiving ain’t forgetting

go find my brother
and don’t say nothin’
just hug him 

- blair, wake up shake up 

and then Tony showed us the lake
where he had thrown some of his sadness last summer   
and it had dissolved like powder   
so he thought maybe the lake could take   
some of the radiant, aluminum kind   
he had been making lately.
And it did.
It was a perfect lake,
none of the paint had chipped off,
no bolts showing, the arms that Dante   
and Virgil would have to hack through   
not even breaking the surface.   
Mumbling Italian to itself,
it had climbed down two wooden stairs
back to the beach now that the rains were done.
How strange to be water so close to the ocean
yet the only other water you get to talk to   
comes from the sky. Maybe this is why   
it seems so willing to take on
Tony’s sadness which sometimes corrodes   
his friends, which is really
many different sadnesses, smaller   
and smaller, surrounded by more   
and more space, each a world and   
at its core an engine like a bee   
inside a lily, like buzzing inside   
the bee. It seems like nothing   
could change its color although   
we couldn’t tell what color it was,   
it kept changing. In the summer,
Tony says he comes down early each day
and there’s no one around so the lake
barely says a thing when he dives in
and once when his kitchen was on fire in Maine   
and he was asleep, the lake came and bit his hand,   
trying to drag him to safety   
and some nights in New Mexico,   
he can hear it howling,
searching for him in the desert   
so we’re glad Tony has this lake
and we promise to come back in August
and swim with him across,   
maybe even race.

Dean Young, He Said Turn Here 

farm journal: monday, july 7, week 15

morning 6:30-12:30

  • small harvest today (only spinach and tomatoes), focused on attacking weeds 
  • stalebedded sections 7, 6, 5, 4, and 2 to varying degrees. some were spread with fertilizer. tb banded fertilizer on brussels sprouts and elsewhere. 
  • stalebedding greens: shoot for 3/4” depth (less than half of the front set of baskets, which are slightly lower than the second second), it’s okay if only 50% of the bed gets tipped up. deeper than that and you’re bringing up dormant weed seeds. in sections where there are very big weeds, okay to go 1.5” deep 
  • watered greenhouse and coldframe at 10am, edges of cabbage and salad mix flats wilting 
  • hoed parts of aforementioned sections before or after stalebedding because a) some weeds were too big for basket weeders b) bed surface was uneven and parts were missed. raked 6 or so beds in section 6, removing cover crop residue (rye straw and clumps of not-yet-decomposed vetch) so they didn’t get stuck in the sutton seeder 
  • tine weeding demo: individual tines can be adjusted to avoid the crop/vary degree of aggressiveness. a very fast form of weeding, but often not very thorough. works better on broadleaf weeds than grass weeds. the faster the tractor is going, the more weeds you can kill. most effective if done in a specific window of time: when crop passes the “tug” test (otherwise the tine weeder will disrupt it) and weeds have not yet emerged from soil. best to tine weed on a hot, dry day when the crop is wilting - do not tine weed first thing in the morning when the crop is wet and succulent. basket weeding is the first form of weeding to follow transplanting (about a week after) because the baskets don’t touch the crop. tine weeding comes next and is also a good way to incorporate banded fertilizer. 

afternoon 1:30-4:30

  • finished stalebedding 
  • watered greenhouse & coldframe around 2pm. forgot to irrigate tomatoes in GH2 after they were picked
  • hoed & hand-weeded next year’s strawberries, pulling off any flowers or fruit. lots of pigweed masquerading as strawberry plants. 
  • moved turkey poults from garage to bird tractor. fortified tractor with 2x4s to keep them from crawling out of the gap between the tractor and the ground. leaned plywood along tractor on north and west edges as wind and rain break. poults did not enjoy the move, kept flying away in terror when i was putting them in an old box to move them outside.
  • contacted wholesale accounts  
  • chores: high tunnel, greenhouses and coldframe can all be kept open at night if a) temp is above 55 b) no wind above 25 mph c) no rain

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”

–Mary Oliver, “When I Am Among the Trees” from Thirst, (Beacon Press, 2006). With gratitude to Whiskey River.