A Rainy November Day

The chickens look more like ducks today, wandering in and out of their "Coop de Villa", while Adam, the young rooster, reminds them that , yes, he is in charge. He's a gentle leader, firm and kind, so far. There are puddles all over the chicken's area. Everything is dripping this morning, the Sunday after Thanksgiving.

We finally had to ask our webmaster, Cathal, to make the announcement that we can't take any more names for the CSA waiting list for 09. There are so many people who want fresh, local organic food and our farm is only so big. We are harvesting greens these days, and the young chickens should be laying any minute now, so we may have eggs for market soon.
But it's been frustrating to get emails and calls from folks who are so excited they've found a local farm when we can't meet all their needs. Even Mattawoman Creek Farms on the Eastern Shore has a huge wait list for next year. And we are still holding the idea of selling this farm so we can buy another.
It's more on pause as the winter sets in.
The word is out that fresh and local is the best you can eat, and I only hope that in time, we can provide that to our community. So, in one way, I am thankful for this year, for the third season of CSA and our fabulous committed members, and I am also hopeful that we can do more.
Mostly, I am thankful to John, whose vision opened the whole thing- and to all the farm laborers and CSA helpers who made this year feel easier than we had imagined at first.
And as I cracked enough pecans from one little tree on the farm for a butternut squash cake for Thanksgiving- I was also thankful for the things that come of age on their own, abundantly invested with their own purpose in life. Let's hope more things work like that.