That fast, rising at 5 seems late while 8 in the evening seems early to the table. June’s long light resets my clock year after year, and seemingly without notice. The energy field shifts and across the countryside everything is busy. The full Strawberry Moon is coming up, then the solstice arrives and things will stall, before more slowly tipping the other way by the month’s end.
Most years, June is our wettest of the spring/summer months. However, this doesn’t appear to be the case this year and we sure could use some good rains. With all the surface recharge from a wet last fall, then the early snowpack, the hills remain fairly green even as the blossoms of balsamroot and lupine fade. That will change soon I believe, and the browning of summer will likely take hold for real.
Our winter peas here at the farm are blossoming and I just finished mowing them down so we can grow them out a bit longer. I try to keep a cover crop cycling as long as possible if I am not cropping grain that year. This fixes more nitrogen in the soil and adds biomass, or green manure to the surface. I may plant winter grains toward the end of the summer, or wait until next spring so the more prolonged growth on the peas the better. I will turn them under toward the end of the month.
All the other crops are in, and the long light of June will kick some real growth spurts off. Our first hot weather is upcoming. So far, 80’s have been the highest temps all spring so that, too, has been a bonus. But, here comes summer!
The grain cleaning line and milling line have been busy, and we have been doing a lot of shipping these past weeks. One of the nice things for me has been occasionally meeting some of our walk-in customers I get to help and visit with. This is really enjoyable for me. At times I can feel pretty removed from our customers. Please keep dropping by, and I hope I happen to be in the packaging area when you do!
Here is a poem I wrote called Evening Birds. It is from my newest collection of writing entitled “Colors” . You can find it here at the Farm, on our Bluebird website, Trail’s End Bookstore, or at White Birch Books In New Hampshire.
Evening birds now
Late May arrivals
Reminding us despite ninety degrees
Spring holds fast here to the foothills
Evening hummingbirds, thrush, warbler, vireo
As the last sun turns purple
Over distant and jagged peaks-
A breeze kicks up.
Evening spring birds grow in chorus
Dusk pushing down the ridges
Over the valley fields,
Heavy along the creek.
Evening birds as we finish, finally
Sowing all our seeds
An ancient dog nearby
Who still perks up- recognizes us
When we finish
Soiled head to toe.
Evening birds… so right
Reminders I’ve so much to write
Of hope I’ve not forgotten
These past seasons
Front and center
Of a different play entire.
Evening bird song in late May
So sweet it prevails
Above the travails
As the wind wails
And heat and frost and squalls
Singing of what is faithful
And true.
Congratulations to all the graduates! Go forth with zest, be brave, respectful and I wish you the very best.
Yours
Farmer Sam