"To listen to trees, nature's great connectors, is to learn how to inhabit the relationships that give life its source, substance, and beauty," David Haskell, Song of Trees
We have been listening to, singing with, and growing fruit trees and flowers since 1993--growing and nurturing neighbors, and fruit forests throughout this 24 year time frame and would love to welcome you into the farm foray--we promise we won't make you sing and dance. We will let our fruit and flowers sing a symphony for your tables.
At the start of another season, as we wake up from the dream state of winter-- here are some of our farm's favorite music we invite you to tune into.
For me the first meaningful step in any adventures is the planting of a fruit tree. Tree planting is also one of the first seasonal acts we do at the start of spring. Our bareroot aboreal bundles are still dormant, their grafts still healing, and planting before bud break helps encourage root to soil development. Tree planting keeps us grounded to life's music just waiting to be revealed and reveled in rhizospheres near and far.
The frost slowly thaws and heaves and this is the time to delight in the tambour of my shovel chiseling the soil. I dance to the percussive shaking out of compost as I massage the roots of a young plum. I lose myself in the serenades that spring forth from the pruning saw calming the kiwi vines vigor, the lyrical love songs expressed during a currant pollination, the gutteral gutations of elderberry sighing after a heavy rainfall, the umpa sighs of overflowing pear branches as I polka-dance up the tree, 1, 2, 3 - I harvest and sing.
Come May, Rob and I have witnessed longing in the cherry's petal-fall, stunned and stunted cries of apricot caught off guard in a late season frost. We stood at the edge of our transplanting seats mesmerized in the floriculture operas on par with Madame Butterfly. I've paused mid-day to tune into the tonality of tulips, the saturated chords of serviceberry's overbrowsed discontent in the early years, the cadence of coneflower's medicine soothing a cold, the aforethought of Malus's moods when it comes to orchard management that rivals a Chopin Noctourne, the morning dew's resonance surprised in a raspberry reverberation and even an E minor octave as seaberry is defoliated in Japanese beetle discord. The turning over and tuning into nature. We can't step outside of this life song.
Her music made us, it is in us. We grow, tend to and harvest it's bounty. We hope to share it's symphony with you. - ES