Physical amendments already available on-site, something as ubiquitous as these falling maple leaves painting our world today, may be used, for instance, in the techniques of mulch gardening, which help reduce the need for water and which allowed us to grow corn successfully in this year of historic heat and drought. Both through the growth of nutrient-fixing crops, and the physical addition of composted plant residue, or other organic soil amendments, we have learned to regenerate our growing spaces. In our gardens we strive to imitate a forest’s diversity and regenerative principles: as with humans, plants are augmented by community. We seek a life won through a relationship with nature, our main instructor in the creative art. And by my beard, we are not malnourished! This is the diet that strengthens us for our tasks. So, throughout the year, you can see our diet. What you see at our tables is the main portion of our food–that, coupled with what we grow and put into storage. Farming is constancy in physical art–we need to eat sufficiently or we will faint. Therefore, at Festina Lente, you will find a bent toward high calorie crops. Roughly three-quarters of what we eat we grow ourselves. For pick-up service phone 71 or email us at in From the brazen blonde. Public service announcement: Festina Lente Farms is now accepting bagged leaf donations. “Don’t worry,” they rile, “we’ll be back!” Yellow ties to the skies and black-angry goodbyes– Look how they crouch, indignantly grouch– What a bother it must have been, my friend, Was it you I heard feverishly scratching bald grass Would that your grass were so green in high springĪs to disguise your yard’s lacking prize-Ī rich healthy loam of all things once grown, Pshaw to the Thanksgiving Day Parade–“Make way for the March of the Maples!” Vegetative life returned to the earth, to provide shelter against the chill, and slowly decomposing to compose a symphony of life again. If you don’t believe me, come see our purple sprouting broccoli still gnawing on lush leafy spread in early spring, or our green zebra tomatoes licking their chops in high summer. But, my oh my do our gardens know how to give thanks. True, gardens don’t bother with the holiday hooplah: scrambling over the last bag of cranberries, Black Friday strategics, or stressing over The Bird. Though a solemn view in contrast with the prior morning’s splendor, we knew that this new monochromatic sketch was truly a dinner bell, ringing in our garden’s annual feast. After Friday’s rains finished pelting autumnal hues to the forest bottom, Kentucky’s deciduous impressionistic landscape was turned a spindly grey with echoes of the artist’s last color, a fleeting yellow fog here and there, the last of the maple leaves. As Tim and I were making the winding journey up 185-N to visit the farm, Saturday, we experienced the yearly wonder and blow that is fleeting fall.
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