Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Last Farm Friday
Our last Farm Friday came and went on Halloween. We had a wonderful time saying thank you to our wonderful volunteers and saying goodbye to the growing season.
Monday, October 26, 2015
Halloween Is Coming!
Halloween is on Saturday and the farm is looking extra eerie. We can't believe this Friday is the last volunteer day of the Fall Semester. If you have helped out at SVSF before, stop by so we can thank you with music, games, and cake! Hope to see you there. In the mean time, stay spooky.
Monday, October 5, 2015
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
As Fall Creeps In
Tomorrow is the first day of Fall! Soon SVSF will turn from green to copper, and the temperatures and produce will dwindle. Still, we're taking advantage of the mild sun and the garden's gifts. We're still hosting volunteer hours from 4-6 on Fridays (separate of course from this Friday, during which we are helping with Grow Windham's Community Garden) and we hope to see all you're smiling, beautiful faces there!
The Following is a poem by Amy E. King that, to me, acts as an ode to the transition of a farm from Summer to Fall:
The Following is a poem by Amy E. King that, to me, acts as an ode to the transition of a farm from Summer to Fall:
Digging Potatoes
all August, tomatoes in a steady splutter
through September. But by October’s
last straggling days, almost everything
in the garden was stripped, picked,
decayed. A few dawdlers:
some forgotten carrots, ornate
with worm-trail tracery, parsley parched
a patchy faded beige. The dead leaves
of potato plants, defeated and panting,
their shriveled dingy tongues
crumbling into the mud.
You have to guess where.
The leaves migrate to trick you. Pretend
you’re sure, thrust the trowel straight in,
hear the steel strike stone, hear the song
of their collision—this land is littered
with granite. Your blade emerges
with a mob of them, tawny freckled knobs,
an earthworm curling over one like a tentacle.
I always want to clean them with my tongue,
to taste in this dark mud, in its sparkled scatter
of mica and stone chips, its soft genealogy
of birch bark and fiddleheads, something
that means place, that says here,
with all its crags and sticky pines,
its silent stubborn brambles. This
is my wine tasting. It’s there,
in the potatoes: a sharp slice with a different blade
imparts a little milky blood, and I can almost
smell it. Ferns furling. Barns rotting.
Even after baking, I can almost taste the grit.
Saturday, February 7, 2015
A Snow Day at the Farm
"... but... what do you guys do at the farm during winter?"
No, we're not harvesting or planting. But we're not taking siestas or drinking chocolate milk all day either! There's plenty to do here! When we're not shoveling or taking part in community outreach, we're planning for the spring. Every week, we meet in small groups to decide what seeds and produce we want to order and plant, and where we want to plant what. We're all dreaming of sunshine, fruits, and veggies... but until then we're going to take advantage of the powder!
Friday, July 11, 2014
On Campus Farmer's Market
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
What's Buzzing at Spring Valley?
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| Picture perfect radish |
The weather is finally starting to heat up and so are things at SVSF!
Just yesterday six new bee boxes were set up in the back of the field. Surprisingly each box contains about 50,000 bees, so the farm has been buzzzing with activity!
Although it is hard to compete with the busyness of the new bees, the crops are busy growing to harvestable heights, and the chickens have been very bravely battling with skunk that has been getting into their coop.
Everyone at Spring Valley invites you to stop by the farm on Tuesdays from 4-8 for a tour; see what is happening at the farm with your own eyes!
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| Searching for the queen bee |
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The one with the green mark is the queen!  |
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