There is no melancholy quite like the ache of when summer turns to
fall. So. Depressing. Thankfully, this is exactly when my CSA farmer
hosts a yearly farm visit. I have been a member of Stoneledge Farm in
South Cairo, New York for eight years now, but (no) thanks to work,
countless weddings, births, and infants (in that order), I haven't been
able to make an autumn pilgrimage in seven or eight years (parenthood
makes memory foggy). My daughter has had so much fun picking up our
weekly veggie and fruit deliveries at the local Y this year that I was
determined to show her where, exactly, her food comes from. So I
cleared the calendar. And we went. My fingers are still stained with
dirt and raspberry juice as I type. I didn't want to miss the
opportunity to write happy -- for the first time in a long time I'm
feeling elated.
It's not an easy time to be an organic mom (or anyone else for that matter). In this pre-election frenzy, I find myself worrying about the fate of the earth my daughter has inherited more than ever. If certain people get in office, what will her future look like? There's so much focus on motherhood and babies suddenly but will she even have the luxury of having her own baby? What will the world be like then? Usually I curb these fears by throwing myself further and further into the green movement, research, and trying to educate and indoctrinate as many people as I can.
Attempting to live green can be a Wild West experience. But my food has never felt questionable. For almost a decade now during growing season (mid-June to Thanksgiving), my weekly CSA deliveries of fresh, local, seasonal, sustainable, organic produce have truly been the highlight of my life. As odd as this sounds, I feel honored by the bounty, proud to be a part of a farm, delighted to have this access. Knowing where my food comes from and who grows it in this day and age has always felt like a miracle. Sacred and necessary. ...
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