That fast, we are into the final month of yet another year! The full “Cold Moon” is scarcely in the rearview mirror as you dear readers read this. The winter Solstice is not far ahead and if one listens close distant bells can be heard. Such is the sanctity of the short daylight. Such is the grace of the Christmas season. No better bird signifies this than the cheery black-capped chickadee, whose voice the feeling of winter seems to cling to. As the year’s darkest month deepens, the chickadee’s notes seem to grow more urgent, reminding us to remember the light. Amen.
Of course a little bright snow doesn’t hurt. So far this year, very little. November couldn’t have been nicer and I am reluctant to let go of its gray days, abundant, beautiful rains, and sodden country lanes. Just what this farmer had hoped for and to be sure, this year November delivered. The day before Thanksgiving the moisture turned white here in the Valley for the first time. This may be later than many years, but it is okay with me. That deep soaking is now covered, insulated, and well preserved for spring and the fields all tucked in. Thank you, Mother. The real snow may now cometh.
Bluebird had a busy November and we anticipate a bustling December as the holiday season is often true to form. We can not wait to help any shoppers out with gifts, and we love to spread good cheer with our fresh flours and grains that are used in all sorts of holiday meals. We are building our popular gift boxes and we already are shipping some. Get your orders in!
Last year my second book “Colors” was just coming off the press around Christmas time. I can’t remember if it was available on our website then or not, but for those of you who enjoy the style of these Farmer Notes, “Colors” is my latest collection of poems and stories that might make an entertaining present. I am told I do not “push my stuff” enough, so there ya’ go. Glad to get that over with!
On a little less smiley note the various struggles of the country’s farm economy continue. One thing news sources talk about is the climbing costs of Farm chemicals. When we are dealing with finite resources – all the ingredients that make up the wide swath of herbicides and fertilizers that current farm systems seem to be chained to – it is hard to imagine these costs ever going down. Add on tariffs of varying sorts and consistency, and the stage is set for drama, if not disaster. Many “family farms” simply can no longer hang on. Even some much bigger farms, and certainly farm suppliers (read Bayer; Cargill) are shuttering parts of their business or, “restructuring”. One thing you readers may not hear mentioned on news channels, or piled onto the concern table is: The widespread degradation of our country’s soils. In many cases, this is due to the list above. So long as we as a nation continue to prop up, and support these high chemical input systems that degrade the nation’s soils, this treadmill is unlikely to change and more and more producers are going to be forced off the cliff. “Profit” by filing paperwork is no farmer’s dream.
How about Farm subsidies for those who want to build back the soil! And sequester carbon, rather than pump it into the atmosphere through chemical manufacturing and use. I sure hope to live to see the day this sort of tax-support becomes mainstream.
Meanwhile, there are some farms and farmers who have already re-set their systems and whose main focus is soil health and always has been. We are fortunate to have concentrated on that all along, and now work with a couple other farms who have been in this game just as long. Rest assured, from these soils come your Bluebird goods. Unsubsidized, unpolluted, always fresh and tasty. We are indeed fortunate. And we give thanks for this every season of the year, not just during the holidays. As well, we are grateful to all of you customers: New, old, near and far. This holiday season I raise a toast to all of you. And as always, encourage all to lend a hand to those much less fortunate. See ya’ next year –
Cheers,
Farmer Sam



