Friday, January 17, 2014

Oh, Kale -


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight...

I feel Elizabeth Barrett Browning's lovely poem, No. 43 from her Sonnets from the Portuguese, works equally well to describe many peoples' affection for kale as it does their true loves.  The most recent evidence I have of this has been the visible break into sadness on many a face at market the last couple of weeks when this little farm didn't have any for sale outside of the last meagre CSA offering, and also the palpable anger expressed by a surprising few.  

But thus, from the valley of kale-less sorrow we've all been in this cold January, let us now ascend to the euphoric peaks of kale-ful joy, because this week's thorough thaw was heartily in harvest's favour, and Fairmeadow is back in deep leafy green!

Yes, somewhat alarmingly because of how quickly it happened, we lost almost all of the snow cover out in the garden, along with the icy, crusty layers preventing much kale finding and picking, and this farmer was able to wander out to the brassica patch and glean every last nice leaf daring to expose itself.  Exciting, but also bitter-sweet because this is it for the kale until spring, when fingers crossed, we might just be able to sneak in one more picking between regrowth and bolting.  We'll just have to wait and see....

But yes - kale this week!  Let's just enjoy it!  And count the ways we love it, in all its Dwarf Blue Curled Scotch-iness  (that's the variety - it's an old one, but a great one).  If any of us can even count that high...
           

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