Today was the final CSA distribution of the season. I always approach this time with a combination of relief and sadness. I am excited to reclaim my Wednesdays for art making, but sad to leave the amazing community of people involved with Drumlin’s CSA. By this point in the season I don’t miss the lack of salad greens that much as I am tired of salads. I am ready for stews and soup that use up the storage crops.
IIt was a rainy wet day at Drumlin and I am so glad I decided not to volunteer for distribution. Instead I came home and made broth and roasted a squash and dealt with trying to squeeze the large share into my refrigerator.
But while at Drumlin I did take a walk. I was secretly hoping to run into the preschool class so I could get my final Roen hug for the season. But the preschoolers were nowhere to be found. Matt, the head farmer drove by in the truck and he said he had not seen them. Instead I found myself all alone on the big hill with the birds. And I have to say it was the perfect ending to a chaotic summer. It was a sharp contrast from trying to walk up and down that hill with my pail of water for flowers trying to navigate the large numbers of campers and counselors and visitors to the farm, while I also was feeling sick and achy from the Anaplasmosis.
I never managed to do my weekly tree drawings. I can blame some of it on illness but a lot of it was as the CSA shares increased in volume there just wasn’t time to sit and draw. This is not the tree I was drawing but it is a tree I would like to draw. Maybe if we have a warm day I will head out to Lincoln and spend some time drawing it.
