“See how upon bare twigs they lie,
Raindrops, lately of the sky – “
So begins the autumn poem After Rain by Rachel Field. It sets the tone for the mighty month of November very well. A month sometimes left unloved by many; November is one I love the most. And rain we have had! Perfect and pure; unabashed and soothing to the once parched countryside. I have mentioned before how Mother Nature always seems to even things out, and fall rains before the snow is a recipe for moisture recharge that will be most noticeable come spring. The mountains themselves are already filling with snow which will soon be here in the Valley for keeps. Amen.
As I tap these keys chickadees bounce about the aspen limbs that droop with their load of orange leaves not-quite shed. The woodstove crackles, and snow flakes now intermix with the rain. Robins rejoice in the easy pickings from the lawn, but their time is drawing short. Ravens caw about during weather breaks; coyotes sing before dark; owls hoot sanctifying the cooling, and much faster falling evening time than a month ago. One day sodden skies, the next sharp and brilliant with gathering afternoon shadows catching up in hillside coulees, and casting across golden grasses. One can fairly hear the land sigh in relief after the business of summer. How can one not relish in this month of November?
October stayed dry and mild and beautiful throughout the first couple weeks. This enabled me to do a bit of fall field work, including some deeper undercutting (chisel plow) on the home field where we have a few perennial grasses encroaching after years of minimal cultivation. Given a window of late dry weather – not likely at this viewing – I will pack down the plow ridges and try to get the field as prepped now and with this fall moisture, for next spring’s early crop. The minimal amount of spring disturbance, the better for moisture retention and the less apt I am to stir up weed-seeds I don’t want. My fall soil tests are showing balanced minerals, and good levels of available nitrogen due to the heavy cover cropping.
As has become an annual fall pilgrimage of sorts, last month I set off for the northern prairies with our Labrador Clyde riding along. First along the various rivers of Montana, and then into North Dakota. I love North Dakota; I love the prairie fall. Good news for me, our partner and long time, well established organic and regenerative farmers the Schmaltz family happen to be my destination. Year-long I look forward to this trip and this year was no disappointment as Blaine, Suzie and family welcomed us as always, and we spent a few days talking about farming, walking the land for pheasants, and taking to heart the whole ecosystem and wildlife sanctuary they have created through their farming practices. Good stuff. Their farming not only has made the wildlife happy, but the integrity of their harvests is rivaled by few as their lands now work for themselves keeping in balance. We are fortunate to have such great farming partners and friends! What they have achieved is a testament to the generational dedication to the land, and a stalwart work ethic that doesn’t always exclude some fun and games at times. In regenerative farming, regeneration of all energy is a critical part, not the least of which is human energy and zest.
The quality of these grains shows when we go to hull and clean them, and then when we mill them into flour and ultimately show up on your plates! From the vast wide open, to your cozy little homes, restaurants, and schools you can trust the organic and regenerative certification labels that come with Bluebird products. This is a food system that is secure and consistent and healthy. Elsewhere throughout the American “bread basket” maybe not so much.
It may not surprise some of you but it was commonplace to see mounds of soybeans, some corn and wheat surrounding various elevators. Tariffs anyone? A cruel irony here is the fact many of these “independent growers” are not so. Tied to the realities and whims of a global market, in many cases tied to the banks, many of these subsidized growers are stuck in a bad spot. Does it break my heart to know there may not be near as many GMO crops flooding the delicate prairies lands come spring? No. Does it break my heart to see families under such duress – some of it rather sudden? Of course. Would I rather see our government take this opportunity to begin subsidizing healthy crops taken from healthy, biological soils? Absolutely. Now is the time to double down on our domestic food systems, and make sure this supply feeds everyone in this country first of all. We can do this. While doing this, we may find we do not need near the sheer volume of some crops, but might instead enjoy a greater variety. Yumm.
Which brings us back to our farm tucked away up here in the growing-cold foothills of the North Cascades. We are doing what we do 5 days a week, year round and welcome you to drop by our small but vibrant entrance store. Our staff is awesome, and we will be sure and get you what you need whether at our door, through the various stores we sell into, or on the web. Times are spooky, but let’s not give up the ghost just yet. Food security is vital to society. This has always been.
Gather round, give thanks to our Mother Earth, and be kind to one another and in particular, those who may be in more need.
Yours, Farmer Sam



May 24th Farm & Granary Tour 10am-11am: Join us for an open house and tour. Open house will be from 9-2pm, farm tour is from 10-11. The tour date has passed – we had a great time, we’ll let you know when the next tour will be.
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