Provider Farm

From our fields, for your family


This week marks the first week of planting in the fields. The greenhouse is full to the brim with little transplants. The warm Easter weekend almost made them double in size and Max, Hannah, and Holly have been scurrying about prepping the fields and setting up our irrigation systems in preparation for a huge planting week. I am on baby duty and as I write this, everyone is out freezing their fingies off racing to get the onions into the ground before we move on to the first big planting of kale, broccoli and lettuce.
At this time of year, I marvel at how in just a few weeks the fields will be filled with thousand of little plants, and somehow, we will have the time to look after each one, let alone harvest them. It seams impossible but it always comes together.
Through farming, I have come to believe time is elastic. In winter, we move slower, the days are shorter and we generally get less done. But in the summer when the task list is endless, I swear we can stretch out the daylight hours and slow down the minutes. The amount we can accomplish astounds me. I remember a paper I read in my college Ecology and Evolution class about the size of animals and their lifetimes. It said smaller animals like hummingbirds have shorter lifetimes but because they are moving so rapidly and their heartbeats are so quick, their perception of time is roughly equivalent to a longer lived large animal like an Elephant. In the winter, we are elephants, slow moving and deliberate. In the summer, we are hummingbirds, flitting about and moving fast, heart rates up (and hopefully not, but quite possibly, taking years off our lives). February can go by in a flash but July is with out fail the absolute slowest month of the year.
Now is the time of our metamorphosis from large stoic mammal to frenetic bird. In the next few weeks, we'll shed off our layers of long johns and winter weight. We'll start scurrying about and stuffing whatever we can stuff into our mouths at mealtime to quell the voracious appetites of field work. Our muscles will reacquaint with the work of planting and weeding, and before we know it, we'll be flying.
Your farmers,
Hannah, Holly, Kerry and Max

April 26, 2017