Farm Update

Happy Tuesday! It has been an abundant and wonderful day on the farm. We have all pushed hard to harvest fresh delicious food, pack it and get ready for delivery tomorrow. It feels really good at the end of day Tuesday to reflect on how much effort everyone has put in to make Wednesday happen. 
 
Those who follow us on Facebook or Instagram will already know some of these images (sorry for the repeats). 

The peppers are called Lunch Box peppers. They are a new variety we decided to try this year. They are so sweet. Also, the seeds are high up near the stem so you can just eat the whole thing. Ideal for lunch boxes. Some of you will have these peppers in your shares while others will have regular bell peppers and others will have the banana type peppers. All of them are sweet peppers. 
 
This week you also have a fresh kohlrabi. I think I have already mentioned about kohlrabi, but in case you missed it.....peel it and eat raw (my favourite) or  try this salad or maybe try this roasted kohlrabi with parmesan recipe
 
In the Summer Veggie Share there are two Acorn Squash. I was dreaming of  a stuffed 

squash recipe when I included them. Here is one. On the other hand you can just bake them with a little butter and serve them up. 
 
A couple of weeks ago at Dinah's pickup the very best box return occurred with a lovely TapRoot baby. Oh how I would have loved to give this lovely child a snuggle, but no, I did not. What I did do was worry aloud to hold the bottom of the box as this little one was carried off. (insert smile emoji).  We here at the farm call babies born to CSA members, TapRoot Babies. There are so many TapRoot kids.....in fact a few months ago I met a college student who was part of a group that asked me to come speak at their college class. The student grew up eating from the TapRoot CSA. That was a really neat moment for me....the realization that all of the kids who have a connection to the farm will be adults. I mean it is a bit weird that I 
hadn't realized this before, but the significance of it had never really made a connection for me. Amazing really that those 
of you who have young children already have a connection to the farm. I see how special it is when they come to pickup, but I never thought about it in terms of them as adults. I guess that is why it is called slow food. Slow change. Slow yet with significant impact. 
 

I have included an image from our back door of the community garden. You can see the shed and the tops of the tall plants in the garden. Our nieces are over in the garden and the little purple is baby Gracie crawling over to join her sisters and cousins. The garden has come about as a result of Josh attending the FAO Committee on Food Security meetings a few years ago now. The issues are bigger than I can really grasp and one of the solutions to zero hunger on the planet is access to land. Another solution is that we need more farmers. There 
is a long list of solutions but basically for food we need land and farmers. We decided to make our farm available for a community garden and it has 

been unbelievably beautiful.  If you are ever near the farm please feel free to stop by and take a stroll through the garden. We started last year with 6 members and this year there are, I believe at 10. They have amazing gardens growing so much food. 
 
 
The labyrinth garden in our driveway is also producing a lot of food this year. On Monday afternoon I harvested the tomatoes again as well as a large bunch of swiss chard,  thyme and basil. As I walked into the house with them I thought to myself, in a moment of both time speeding by and standing still, how incredible it is to walk into the garden, harvest the tomatoes, and to carry them into the house to process into tomato sauce.The speeding by experience was that I want to be able to do this every day. We live in a place with seasons, we can't do it every day. It happens for a short few weeks. The time standing still part was that the colour and texture and moments of harvesting and carrying were like a dream, a nice slow passing of time with fresh tomatoes. 
 
On September 5 Dad (Andrew) and Grampie (Avard) had a birthday. Seems really special to share a birthday with your parent/child. Dad turned 68 and Gramp's turned 93. It really is amazing and special that we have had so much time with our grandparents and our children with their great grandparents. I captured this picture at the birthday party here is Carolyn and Josh. Carolyn does not like me taking pictures of her. Can you tell? These two, Carolyn and Josh have been working together for 17 years. Carolyn decided to come home to our family farm (Noggins) while working as an engineer. Her brain works so fast it startles me. She and Dad along with a super great support team manage Noggins. But also, Carolyn has supported us every step of the way in our TapRoot farming journey and our transition to organic agriculture. 

Here is grampie with his youngest grandchild Marley Grace on his birthday. The rest of the images are of various special moments. Back to school for our kids. Frank is now 13 and in grade 8. Lily is 14 and in grade 10. Izaak jumped in because I begged him to. He is 18 and finished secondary with no current plans. I am coming to terms with this but it is hard for me for sure. My first child hung the moon of course so I have high

expectations. Dad and gramp's on their birthday party evening. Me having the most glorious 20 minutes with Marley asleep on my chest. That felt so good it 

will last me for a few years. The donation bags that we do up each Sunday and a team of volunteers deliver to the doors of people who identify as needing extra food support, and finally, Porters Point which is at the end of the Canard Street. Lily, her friend Ella and I ran off at high tide one evening last week to swim. Ending the day with our daughter floating together in the Minas Basin is such a gift. 
 
Growing food for you is a gift.Thank you! May you have a wonderful rest of your day and enjoy delicious food, knowing it has arrived to you from us, with good intentions. 
 
 
Patricia
(your middle aged woman farmer)