05/13/2026
Time is a weird thing. Constant and predictable and also seemingly elastic and entirely relative. The first pic is a celery seedling going into the ground yesterday under blue skies. It was seeded in our greenhouse on March 11th. That was a long time ago. At the earliest we’ll harvest celery in the fall (and hopefully around Thanksgiving) That’s a long time ahead. The second pic is me marking rows for that celery in a field we call “swing tree” (on account of the kids swing in the tree that sits beside it). While slowly putting along marking that row at half a mile an hour and considering our crop rotation I thought to myself, “Celery was just in this field!?” I can recall harvesting it along the base of the hill beside the swing. And then it dawns on me THAT celery harvest was interrupted by a run to pick up our oldest from Pre K. They’ll be starting another summer of work on the farm soon and will begin their senior year of high school in the fall. That harvest was just a blink ago. Time is a weird thing.