It can make a difference – the privilege of good work spaces, especially on a farm.  Benches on which to plan, organize, work and keep the farm journal.

This space has a place for memories of my dad, and today I noticed and remembered his friendly and reassuring smile.  I wondered what he would think of how things are going, especially starting a new small business.  It occurred to me that he approved.  He would say something like, “looks like you have it all organized, Jen.”  Thanks, Dad.

Meanwhile, someone with nice handwriting has organized and labeled the seed station.  It wasn’t me, but at my request.

As Fall sweeps through with color and cool air, the Winter Greenhouse is heating up, and the in-ground beds of Napa Cabbabe, Pak Choi, radishes and turnips are starting to take off.  The cabbage and Pak Choi like their new expansive spots, their soil blocks settling into bigger places.

Outside, the year-round green house is closer to completion.

Dreams of what will take shape inside are percolating.

As good as the spaces we create are, nothing compares to the energies of life and Nature that expand within and around them.  All of the journeys taken.  The help that the parent, the gardener, God/Source gives at every stage.  That little Napa Cabbage seed held everything it was destined to be inside of its tiny space.  We cooperated to place it in a well-made soil block, place it on a propagation mat in just the right space on the starting table, make sure it was watered, move it from the table to the growing bed.  I like to say that the special winter green house is super-charged.  Plants love it.  They shoot up and seem to thrive in it.  Yet they really do their “work” by an indescribable, wordless force.   They grow in that space even when snow and ice blow outside.  I am grateful for the way the spaces at the farm have evolved this late Summer and Fall.