SUP SUMMER/HALLELUJAH

It is mid summer. I know this because the other day I was swimming in the ocean watching fireworks above me. Reacquainted with the feeling of heat, and the weight of humidity. I get home from work with dust patterns adhered to my legs and arms. The cold shower is as delicious as my Friday margarita (sup margarita season).

Abundance is emerging at the farm; the harvests require more people, more hours, and more attention to get everything cooled off before it wilts. Tomorrow we’re finishing our Luke “Coolbot-Hand” Kraffft-designed walk-in fridge, where we’ll put fresh-out-of-the-field vegetables, and also condiments for our lunches (sup mustard), and also our afternoon cold brew and our sunset beers.

Humidity slows a body down, even as the vegetables—and weeds—are speeding up; tomatoes grow like weeds, and so do the weeds, and salad and arugula are quick to bolt. It’s hard to leave the farm in the evening on these long post-solstice days, but we want to work in a way that’s sustainable and invigorating, so we are grateful for the necessity of dinner, the ocean swim, and the clean knees with which we end the day.

This season, on new land, we’ve been confronted with a whole new set of challenges; new work patterns, and new expectations for what we and our tools can accomplish. Our learning curve has been steep, and I don’t think we’re even approaching a plateau yet.

Feeling really so grateful these days for the generosity of people in our various communities who enable our work and our lives: the stranger from the Food Project who gave us hundreds of feet of black plastic from the ends of rolls that his tractor couldn’t lay in the rows (we dug them in by hand); Martin Fox from Seafresh USA who recently gave us 25 gallons of squid waste so we could try and make our own fish emulsion (small, disgusting disaster….but we will try again soon!); Luke and Katie for their really critical help getting our seedlings in the ground, and our coolbot up and running; all our really excellent CSA members who are SO NICE and then on top of that bring us rubber bands and bags and pint containers; people who come to our farmers market stand and say nice things about our salad mix (blushing!!!); oh our landlords who predict the weather and care about long-term stewardship; Jules from Walrus and Carpenter who traded me oysters for vegetables for my birthday last week; NEIGHBORS; the author who wrote the book I’m reading right now; friends who visit from out of town; parents who ask how we’re doing, remind us to take our time and enjoy the lives we’ve worked to build, and take us out to lunch sometimes, and come to see our weird art projects, and then come again when the first night was rained out; roommates who deal with actually unreasonable levels of filth that get left behind in our showers and doorways; our friends who drive with us to the Jersey Shore for the 4th of July, or who summon us into their beautiful lives when we need a break from ours, who send us music, who ask about our feelings, who make good jokes, who illuminate our skinnydips with fireworks, who adopt kittens that we can visit when we um need to hang out with kittens, who feed the chickens when we’re in Montauk, who drive our tired asses to the Atlantic Ocean on a Tuesday, who make us coffee in the morning, who come to our birthday parties, who clean up after our food poisoning mess (TMI?), who sleep with us when we smell bad, who throw fun parties, who make good food with the vegetables we grow, who literally scratch our backs, who are patient, who surprise us with Del’s, who bring us firewood, who stay up late, who wake up early, who keep writing the best songs and poems, who keep making art that makes me want to keep making art, who listen to us complain about it being hot outside or also about being lonely or pissed, who push us to work harder, who tell us to move slower, who check our privilege, who are extremely beautiful and generous with themselves……………sup amigos? What did we do to deserve you??

-T