October, on Horton Road, has been closely related to the shortening days and cold nights that bite at your toes. This has affected not only those who live and work on the farm, but also all of you. You are the witnesses to the shrinking harvest list and the looming skeletons of plants post-production. But outside of this, what does the creeping cold mean for Horton Road? Well, I’ll give you an answer!
It’s the glimmer of the ground under the moonlight and five different layers of wool on your body as you wait for the sun to rise. And the way you roast vegetables to keep the kitchen warm. But more than anything, it’s the condensation of the wet coastal range air crystalizing on, and inside, the plants.
When we wake to a frosty morning, our days are pushed further towards noon so that the crops can thaw under sunlight and, at times, we loose a crop froms our harvest list. From my own perspective and understanding, the damage is similar to your house plumbing breaking during a cold winter where the water in the cells solidify and burst the cell walls. The effects of this show up in many different ways: translucency of the leafy greens, little white spots, and sometime the plants die completely. The death of these plants have been a true show of the season. Watching them return their life force back into the soil and knowing they will nourish the plants of next spring.
Frost means acute awareness of the changing seasons here on Horton Road.
A young woman changing and growing with the seasons.