The wheat’s in the barn, the beans are in the barn, some of the beetroot’s in the barn. The squashes are in the field
They’re lying there among all their exotic foliage like fabulous tropical fishes: deep gold, tangerine, lemon, saffron, so beautiful you hardly like to eat them.
Sometimes customers buy things from us at the farmers markets just to look at, or to paint, or to dry and hang on a Christmas tree.
I like that. Food as a visual delight as well as a source of nutrition.
Soul Food to use a phrase of the poet John Keats.
Early this week the rain came and drizzled.
I’m on livestock duty while Bruce and Stella Easterbrook, herdsman and poultry keeper respectively, are on holiday.
I’ve been watching how the animals react to rain.
How some confront it, and others turn their backs to it. How a sheep arches its back, or a turkey seeks the shelter of leaves and low branches.
How Bernice the pig appears completely indifferent, and how the cluck of a chicken grows mellow and melts. Moods alter.Pigs love it, ducks adore it, brassica exult in it.
In the warm wet, cauliflowers and calabrese grow at a mercurial rate. So do cabbages.
Next week we’re off picking the first of the ornamental cabbage, the sort you sometimes see in window boxes.
They’re perfectly edible and look gorgeous. Soul Food again.
Returning to water, Land and Sea is the theme of a celebratory concert, poetry recital and art exhibition taking place in the Art Barn at Woodlands Farm on Sunday, October 13, starting at 2pm. Do try and come along…