Week 6, Summer 2024

We’re about halfway through the summer season, and personally I’ve been finding that there is some really powerful creative energy on the land lately, so I present you this week’s farm journal in poem form:

Welcome to week 6 of the summer season!

A time of farm life we’re finding much more ease in.

Critters are communing and plants are flourishing

We’re building relationships that feel whole and nourishing.

On Friday we harvested a rather queer carrot crew

And welcomed in Shabbat to rest and renew

Over a meal of homemade pizza we sang about joy

And cheerleaders and pirates and lost boys.

Some folks spent Saturday morning painting smiles on faces

And others ventured into woodsy unknown places.

While art and creativity blossomed through the land

From the front stoop came the tunes of the ZA band.

Sunday was characterized by a slow start

As is often the case ‘round these parts.

In the evening under the canopy of ancient oak trees

We found sustenance in homemade black bean patties.

At Monday noon our king Marty came beckoning

So over fruit beauty standards we faced a reckoning.

After work we journeyed to see other contests of beauty and poise

But were met only with a child’s winning Chewbacca noise.

Tuesday found us awash in tears of gratitude

As Zoë unzipped the sus tent to a surprise of immense magnitude.

And over dinner of another legume in patty form

We discussed our allegiances to comrades and corn.

On Wednesday we grappled with pests that turn our plants to scum

And were chained in the grips of trellising Stockholm Syndrome.

Post-work we found ourselves at the Silo Pub and Eatery

And enjoyed a meal of green tomato soup/curry.

On Thursday morning the bees got to scheming

So Acacia got in a tractor bucket and Patricia got memeing

In the evening we danced atop bales of hay

While poison ivy beneath waited for us to fall prey.

Thus was an eventful week of making dreams into reality

Reimagining what midwestern farming might one day be.

But that’s it for this week, since I’m running out of rhymes

We hope you’ll join us next week for a jolly good time!

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