Saturday, April 11, 2009

spring is Christ. try to be more like the ground.



"spring is Christ, raising martyred plants from their shrouds."

the farm in spring time. abounding with growth and beauty. all things green and lovely. we admire, sitting under the cottonwood. delicately perched upon our rickety wooden swing. or fixing broken bikes in the yard like we know what we are doing. waking early to brew coffee for fellow farm folks before tractorin' in some sorghum sudan for the goats.

we're far from perfect, in our abilities to raise these martyred plants from their shrouds. we struggle with inconvenient freezes that take the life of our tomatoes and cucumbers. with aphids and harlequin beetles that gnaw at our collards and purple cabbage. but we find joy in the struggle. of nursing small chicks back to health. of harvesting vegetables in the early morn hours bundled in layers of wool and long johns so folks across town can bring their children to collect eggs and bike from work for bok choi.



we find joy in the sharing of ourselves and this place. roadtrippin' to farms of newfound friends who grow sprouts. or gathering together at elm avenue on a friday afternoon to plant sunflowers or lend a helping hand to a friend tilling his bean patch. or open our doors to share songs and food and camels on farm day.


Farm Day, April 4th 2009 from Chris P. Jones on Vimeo.

the beauty of this place grows from folks gathered to it. arrayed in our plaid flannels, cardigans and carhartts, socks tucked into pants. swami swathi leading morning devotions on the work of the beehive collective as related to the crucifixion of Christ. the suspender-ed songster brother brownie boy. pillow-fight master wolverine. papa ghana and his parables. sister pigeon. the-girl-who-smells-like-goats. the urban madame. the southern belle. future neurosurgeon croo-ton. and scribbles and d.b. not to mention the myriad of folks who join in our daily group hugs, shared meals, and prayer offerings . . . spring is Christ.




"the ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty. try to be more like the ground." ~rumi