Cold rain, perky greens

Friday evening we left work in the kind of rain I hate. Incessant, dripping, cold, slow drizzle. Shivering in my short sleeved cotton shirt and the hem of my blue jean caked with mud I traipsed behind K on our weekly visit to Maisie’s Farm. A local community supported agriculture effort. We signed up just to get an idea of rustic America.

Stepping gingerly on wooden planks that led to the barn that housed the produce, I looked around. It was no different from the villages of yore that I frequented as a child. The cement slab, the mud caked area that housed the bovines. The thick rope coiled and hanging off the nail on the wall. The single bulb hanging from the rafters. As we squinted and read the chalkboard that laid out what each member was eligible to take, I spied tons of greens all around. We picked a bag and stuffed our share of carrots, radicchio, kale, spinach, collard and other greens I don’t remember the names of. There was also a pick your own section where we could pick snap peas, shelling peas and something else.

K set out eager to experience his first brush with farm life. I stayed back, bags of greens in hand, shivering under the umbrella. I looked around at the neat little beds of plants. A lady in business attire passed me and crouched on the muddy field picking peas with abandon. A little girl with her dad in hoodies bent over looking for peas at the bottom of the brush. I watched as K inspected each plant fascinated with the concept of picking your own produce. I was preoccupied by the cold rain to enjoy the greenery or the lovely dirt path lined with trees laden with rain.

Sitting in the comfort of my couch, it all flashed before me now. The beauty I had missed.

7 comments

  1. This seems a lovely experience, would love to do this once. I have been to villages ofcourse in India, havent really got my hands dirty in a farm.

  2. Wow, this is really cool. How it is in this modern world that we find pleasure in picking our own product and yet in old times it may have been considered, tiresome to do so. Such are the ways of the modern world where things become efficient, and smooth and come right to your doorstep taking away the beauty and simplicity of the nature’s own.

  3. As I was growing up I was surrounded by vegetables in our garden & regular visits to the farm as well. Then when we moved to UK for a short time we grew our own until the size of the garden meant that it was either veg or flowers and the flowers won ! The taste and smell of fresh produce is just amazing. I am so glad you are trying new things like this I hope to do the same some day. Rain and cold don’t go they just make you feel miserable, thank god for chocolate !

  4. @gayathri: Thank you! Its amazing how much beauty lies around us only if we looked! 🙂
    @Shalu: It definitely was pretty
    @Sachita: Been ages since I was on a farm. now am waiting to go back on a ‘nice’ day.
    @Madhuram: Still in my fridge Madhu. Yet to make something out of it. Wonder if usili will work.
    @SSQuo: I guess the fun is in picking it yourself and getting to see where your food comes from.
    @Kiran: I’ll repeat that. Thank GOD for chocolate! 🙂 I have read the description on your about page and felt curious to experience having a home garden.

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