The season is winding down here at Stonecrop. Today was the last day for wholesale deliveries. Saturday will be our last day at the Blacksburg Farmers Market. It always comes as a surprise: the painful hands in the cold water, the shock of finding the greens frozen in the morning, not ready for harvest.
The cold makes everything more severe. The terraces sit stark in the hillside. The ground is unyielding. How will those plants I see ever survive months of this weather and thrive and provide flowers for the bride I met with this evening? Somehow it happens. So we’ll finish the last of our projects with the faith that spring comes again.