Wolf Moon
We're finalizing the details on our Flower Club (aka flower subscriptions) for this year. More to come! As well, I'll be announcing our workshops for 2022 soon and our plant sale offerings too. We'll being doing some fun plant starter kits this year.
Farm Updates/ Musings
A full moon has passed since I wrote my last update. Although I didn't write a full moon poem for January I will share a few things about how I celebrated the Wolf Moon. On the eve before the moon was to be full I went with a group of friends into the hills. There we gathered and howled at the moon together. Drank in its brightness, allowing a moment of wildness to seep into our bones. Looked up at the stars, at the dog star (sirius, the brightest star in the sky), located Betelgeuse with its red shine and realized I had never seen Orion in its totality. I always thought the arrow pointed down (it does not). The evening was a sweet reminder to honor cycles, gather together when and how we can, and as Mary Oliver said in a poem, "let the soft animal of your body. love what it loves."
I love this poem from Mary Oliver, I'll include the whole poem below.
It's cold this morning and I made some chicken stock that I"ll likely have for breakfast. Last week I took some time out at the beach. Both for rejuvenation and to try to make a plan for the season ahead. I've got some exciting things up my sleeve and also trying to temper my excitement with prioritizing and not taking on too much. I also had the opportunity to take a workshop with Leah and Naima Penniman over at Soul Fire Farm. Check out their website to learn more, take a workshop or buy Leah's book, Farming While Black. https://www.soulfirefarm.org/
Let me know if there are things you'd like to hear more about. For now, signing off so I can plan our first sowing of the season. Thanks for reading and as always I love hearing from you so if you have any thoughts, questions, or words of encouragement feel free to share.
Joanna
Mary Oliver
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world goes on.Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
