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Greetings!
Welcome to the Community Supported
Agriculture Program at Waltham Fields
Community Farm. This is issue #1 of a CSA
newsletter that will become weekly when CSA
pickups begin in June.
Contribute to the newsletter! Send recipes,
articles, poems, and photos to
Susan Cassidy, our
shareholder communications coordinator, at
(waltham.csa.news@gmail.com).
Thank you for being part of the CSA! You are
making a difference by supporting local farms
with your food dollars.
Remember to send your final CSA payment to us
by June 1!
Mail checks to Waltham Fields CSA, 240 Beaver
Street, Waltham 02452.
Direct all CSA related questions to our farm
manager, Amanda Cather, at
farmmanager@communityfarms.org.
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Notes from the Field
APRIL is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
T.S. Eliot's words from The Wasteland
always come back to me in the spring, usually
while I'm on the tractor for the first time,
huddled in my coat and gloves against the icy
wind under a low ceiling of clouds while the
deep brown earth opens up behind me. The
children at my son's nursery school make
cheerful lists of the sights, smells and
sounds of spring – daffodils, flowers,
green
leaves, bird song – while visitors to the
farm wade in mud up to their knees, brace
themselves for chilly rain in the bare
fields, and smell the compost piles thawing
in the thin sunlight. The farm in April is a
rude awakening after the peace and quiet of
winter.
Every spring, I am jolted back to awareness
of the weather, the land, the blooming of
indicator flowers and the awakening of the
woodchucks after several months of blissful
ignorance. Yes, I muse over seed catalogs
and watch for winter storms that might pile
snow up on the greenhouse from December to
February, but I don't check the weather five
or six times a day or awake in the night from
a dream of soil running through my fingers,
ready to plant. In the winter, I exist in
what is almost a different state of being,
slower, not quite hibernating, but not quite
fully awake, either. I don't exactly wish
for the level of vigilance and wakefulness
that the farming season requires, but I
can't seem to avoid it, either. Around
the middle
of March, as local farmer Ellery Kimball so
aptly pointed out, farmers get
'twitchy'.
We're still not quite awake yet, but we start
to watch the skies, the trees, listen for
birds, touch the soil whenever we get near it
to test for the frost line, squeeze it to see
if water flows, drink lots of coffee. And
then one day, usually not the day you would
think it would be, usually a cold, gray day
when the maples are just beginning to redden
on the edges of the fields – the soil is
ready, and we are shaken awake, nudged into
the season, into responsibility and
stewardship and the kind of attention that
never quite leaves you, that wakes you in the
night to listen for rain on the roof.
So that's where we are this week: on the
edge of spring, in the mud, on the tractor in
the cold, listening for the birds and
watching the tiny green plants unfold in the
greenhouse. We're not exactly
longing for
spring, but we're ready. We're ready.
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Warmly,
The Waltham Fields Community Farm Staff:
Meg Coward, Executive Director Amanda Cather, Farm Manager Andy Scherer, Assistant Farm Manager Kate Darakjy and Martin Lemos, Assistant Growers Vincent Errico, Anna Wei, and Josh Levin, Interns
phone: 781-899-2403
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