It's cold and gray today. We may make it the farm later but I'd rather just be home and drink tea. So I am posting farm photos from this past weekend, when it was also cold and gray, but we had lots of family there to keep it warm and colorful.
Crystal Organic Farm is named after the quartz crystals emerging from the red ground:
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While Gillen and Clementine worked at the farmers' market stand with Helen and Nicolas, the rest of us collected crystals in the back fields. Remi:
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Christine, Philippe and Julien:
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Christine, looking very much like a Mennonite, surveying the vegetables. Like her mother and Nicolas, she has a huge green thumb. She has created a beautiful outside garden in NYC and is an expert at Ikebana (Japanese flower arranging).
The kids have spent days building a big fort in the woods. Here they are loading up bamboo to be used for construction.
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Color from the market:
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Beets, turnips and rutabagas. Rutabaga is a favorite word. It always makes me think of this Frank Zappa
"Call any Vegetable" song from my childhood - this is the lyrics, not him singing. I roasted these later with garlic, potatoes, onions, oil and rosemary.
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Though amazing Dogwood trees are blooming everywhere in a variety of spring colors, still - March is going out like a lion.