Volume 8, Week 30, March 15-21, 2015
Art—when done well—feeds our soul. It’s not linear, it takes talent and work, and practice, and modification, and then some more work, and practice, and improvement.
Art is seemingly created out of nothing, but it does require some tools: ballet slippers, pen and ink, brush and canvas, clay and wheel, violin and bow.
When we’re in the presence of a master artisan, his work seems effortless; in fact, the better she is and the harder she works the easier it looks to the outsider, yet I’ve never met anyone who was really great at their art who didn’t work at it quite seriously.
Sometimes artists aren’t appreciated in their own time; in fact, the mark of a truly great artisan is his work appreciates after he’s gone, mainly because the supply is then finite.
Most of us aren’t art aficionados, but truly great art of any kind is evident to most of us because it connects with our inmost emotions whether it’s a voice or a painting. I remember walking around with my mouth open and then sitting and marveling for half an hour at Michelangelo’s David in Florence, down to the veins on his legs, the confidence in his face…
*Art takes love to be sustainable.*
Farming, when done well, not only feeds our bodies but also our soul. It’s not linear—seed + water = cauliflower—but takes talent, and work, and practice, and modification, and more work, and practice, and improvement.
The art of produce is seemingly created out of nothing, but it does take some tools.
A great farmer makes it look easy, but if you could read his thoughts you’d know the concern he has for his crop.
I spoke at a small farm conference in San Diego last week, mostly as an excuse to get down and meet some of you on Wednesday and Thursday. It’s always wonderful to get to meet our co-producers and hear your stories.
Anyway, there was a sharp lady there who’d been in the Peace Corps in Moldova in the day. She said their word for farming was “grija.” We have no equivalent to grija in English she said, but direct translation means “to worry over in a caring way.” You moms know what I’m talking about. Everyone had a large garden and they would say they were going out to grija their garden.
While many great farmers aren’t fully appreciated in their own time, and their work doesn’t appreciate after they’re gone, their memory is often inspirational.
While most of us aren’t farming aficionados, we’ve all tasted a peach we’ll never forget.
*Sustainable farming takes love*
Well, it got warm didn’t it? I got really sweaty this afternoon, the pool looked great, so I jumped in—and got out—really fast. Not quite ready for prime time but hey, it’s mid-March.
We start thinning in the morning, which for that variety is pretty much on the front end of normal. The crop looks to be on the light side of normal at this point. Should have apricots for you first of May, Lord willing.
Enjoy this box full of art and