Moving to Virginia and farming at Buxton is like creating a piece of art. A much larger transition than I perceived. Like an artist, we’re creating from a blank
canvas, bit by bit filling it in, molding something bigger than us. There is no map to follow, only immediate hands on experience. I can’t remember a time when I felt so many challenges at one time. Nothing has prepared me for the level of vulnerability I feel in this new position. So much to comprehend our first year, the steep learning curves are at times are exhausting.
I’ve been naive in some of my decisions which has caused me heartache. For instance, no one warned my about the number of pest I would encounter in our garden. My goodness, they are everywhere. Almost all of our summer squash has been eaten. It’s one of the easiest things to grow in California. I never lost one! Looks like I need to plant a more resistant variety. There are always solutions….
Finally this week I actually “felt” our place here on the land. I had a moment where Buxton even felt like home. I think my body is slowly relaxing into a rhythm. It’s a nice feeling, one I’ve missed since the season started. I’m certain there are more of these positive feelings to come.
I’m pleased to announce the arrival of our turkeys. They are so interesting and somewhat aggressive. The other night I was concerned “Jack” the guard dog wasn’t around so at 3:45 a.m. I strolled out to check on them. So glorious to be out amongst the stars. A few bullfrogs hollered at me but other than that the turkeys were fast asleep. Very sweet. I miss being up late enough to witness the stars.
From our garden we’ve been eating “late” peas, delicious heirloom lettuces, potatoes, onions, turnips, kale, chard, beets, tomatoes, cucumbers, zucchini, (wild) berries, and basil. It’s time for me to start preparing for fall crops. A little more rain would be nice! Our corn in the hoop house is bursting forth. Along with all the hard work has come abundance. There is so much potential at Buxton Farm.