Howdy folks. I know it’s been a little quiet around here over the last few months. In all honesty, the late winter was pretty rough (and seemed to be never ending) and spring has proven to be busier than expected. Lot’s of wonderful things are happening and some tough things as well. And for some reason in this season of life it’s felt nice to spend less time on the screen and more time with family, the dogs and of course, almost every waking hour in the dirt.
I guess the first piece of news I want to share with you all is that we’re back at the Hood River Farmers Market every Saturday and it’s been SO awesome reconnecting with customers and seeing new faces as well. If you live in the area or within driving distance please swing by and say hi. Bring a cooler, make it an adventure and explore the area while you’re out here! We’ve got an abundance of spring produce and thanks to our amazing hoop houses we’re able to harvest early roots like beets, carrots, turnips and radishes. The market this season has been really busy and we’re so thankful to our rad community for coming out every week (rain or shine) and stocking up on weekly groceries. We’re also now in full swing with our CSA and this year we’ve brought on the most families to date (80!!) It’s totally wild to think that 6 years ago we started with 15 families and now we’re at 80. We’re at capacity for this season and have two employees helping out which has been amazing. We’re hoping for a bountiful year and I don’t want to jinx anything, but dang, the fields look really good this season!
On a sadder note, I want to share with you all that Henry is starting to go down hill pretty quickly. It’s been an incredibly emotional time and for folks who have been following us since the beginning you know what a crazy road we’ve had with him. We first met Henry 9 years ago. I can remember that day like it was yesterday. It was a breezy September afternoon in the northeast when Taylor and I hopped into our truck, drove over 2 hours with butterflies in our stomachs anxiously waiting to meet him. We’d only seen photos of him but the shelter we were getting him from assured us that the “60 acre vegetable farm” we were living on would be a great place for this “slightly” anxious and energetic dog. Boy were we in for a ride! Henry came to us severely underweight with multiple bb bullets in his stomach and spine, blind in one eye, and scared to death of stairs. He ran away often and didn’t trust us worth a damn for an entire year. It was rough, and we found ourselves running out of patience. However, over time we began to get into a rhythm, trust was built, and finally, after almost two years, our love for him and his love for us was thick as stone. We’ll never really know what his first two years of life were like, and my heart breaks thinking of him scared and abused, but goddamn, if these last 9 years haven’t been a freaking amazing ride. Henry has taught me a lot about myself and about love in general. And since we couldn’t be there to protect him in the early years of his life, we’re going to be here everyday until the end. He’ll never be alone and we’re treasuring the time we’ve got left with him. If any of you out there have had to watch your dog go through “old dog vestibule syndrome” my heart is with you. It’s so sad to watch but our vet assures us he can still pull through this and have more time with us. We’re playing it one day at a time.
Thanks again for all the support over the years folks. As long as the farm keeps on feeding us there will continue to be recipes, they may just be a little more sporadic for a while.
Happy Spring everyone! xoxoxo