We spent last Thursday digging through soil for treasures that will feed us and others through the winter. Two of our favourite varieties come out of this garden; Yukon Gold and Fingerlings.
We dug first with hands and feet so as to minimize damage, then we moved on to forks and lastly we brought out the chisels. Then we had some very enthusiastic “sand crawlers” who followed behind the tractor and collected what came up. Very dirty, very tired, very happy potato diggers we were.
We all enjoyed the annual August quiet that permeates and the layering of life and spiritual practice on the farm. Two well loved and long-time teachers from Maui, Steve Armstrong and Kamala Masters led the very full, eight day meditation retreat. Farm life continued on as usual with garden work, berry picking and families about. The group got to enjoy perfect summer weather that usually blesses us at this time of year.
To read more about vipassana retreats on Stowel Lake Farm go here.
From the eyes of a five year old boy, Hay Bale Day is the day the tractor together with the old New Holland baler drive out to the field and start making bales.
The grass has already been cut and has been drying for several days. This boy has been waiting for this special day for weeks. He has been watching the weather and waiting for clear skies so that the hay will dry down properly. He has had his special shirt ready and waiting for this day. It is also the day that the farm truck and flat bed trailer drives into the field and picks up the bales.
All the farm children and friends gather to run behind the trailer as the adults quickly move the bales. The children ride way up high on the hay to the Cow Barn. Our cows chew their cuds and watch their winter food being carefully loaded into the barn. This day we feel a sense of group accomplishment, physical exhaustion and fill up with a feast. We tap into the ways of the farmers before us.