some of the days are doing a passable impersonation of spring, and although im kidding myself that it wont descend into winter again, im happy in the self deception…i get optimistic in the sunny cold…it feels like the end of the year, the real year, where things come to a close, where for a month or two the animals tred back a step and plantlife shuffles in sidestage
the boar in with the sows, the ram been and gone, the animals all moved around one on the farm rotation, the young frisky boar gone to the abattoir…i get back from the journey to find compost delivered, and as i put it away the seed trays arrive, the first seed packets, and im in a rush because we have visitors coming
almonds, artichokes, pecans, walnuts, sharon fruit, apricots, all a punt on the sun…and this afternoon may take it a step further
one thing common to every local food enterprise seems to be the understandable get-out of having to source unavoidables from overseas…we simply arent going to undiscover olive oil, wine or bananas
but like everything on the farm, the idea is to bring food either nearer in history (like the forgotten mulberry) or in mileage…and this lunchtime weve got italian company, and the first investigation into the possibility of olives
haha so funny.