The last week of November farm share and time steadily inching towards a new year. Cooler temperatures will soon bring us new harvest bounties: romanesco bolting towards the heavens, broccoli raab vibrant and flourishing, cabbages awakening... The fields are alive and well after this weekend's revitalizing rains. Here's a look at this week's offerings.
Happy Thanksgiving! I'm so grateful for you, my farmily, my strength and support. Thank you for believing in the mission of good food. Thank you for helping me to grow and thrive. Thank you for continuing to show up and lend your time to farm stewardship. Thank you for growing happy and healthy in this urban agriculture experiment with me!
I hope that we may all continue to flourish in this impending new year and that we may always take time for moments of gratitude, appreciation, awareness, and breath.
So, today, I also want to give thanks for the understated mustard green for she is truly a testament of mother nature's ferocity. When I speak of farming with compassion and the benefits of letting nature take her course with minimal interference from me, here's just one example of the many marvels she [mother nature] will bestow us...
This single plant, on her own accord, germinated, sprouted, and grew after one of the worst floods and throughout one of the hottest, driest summers to date. She continues to grow on her own accord in spite of the wild fluctuations in weather Houston's gifted our community. Through rain, heat, and freeze, she perseveres. Neither pests nor disease surmount her strength. She is tenacious to say the least. Scientifically speaking, that little seed had the benefit of landing in the right little patch of soil, where the right combination of microbes/bacteria/fungi converged, and the right balance of sunlight warmed her, so were the odds really in her favor? Or was she just a lucky one? I'm not certain one way or another, but I do know that my practice has been greatly benefitted by observing this beauty arise and flourish. Perhaps next year more of my intentional mustard greens will grow just like her in my fields, if I first pause and pay attention.
And, of course, I would be remiss in my duties if I left you without a delightful little recipe and some nutrition factoids for you to ponder over our long holiday weekend. Just KISS your mustard greens with love (and minimalism) and enjoy the bounty! Buen provecho!