Navraaz Basati

Yesterday, I stood out in the intense wind and freezing cold to force my soil tester into the rock solid ground. I am not stating this looking for pity but rather for admiration. Because I was able to gather my soil samples and actually really enjoyed being out there. That is the bizarre relationship I have with this land. If someone asked me to take the garbage out just to my driveway during the same time, I would have furrowed my brow and started grinding my teeth at having to go out in the...

For many years, I would begin to dream of what my growing space would look like months in advance. I would plan out the garden beds or the plots and imagine what the crops would look like through the upcoming seasons. It was a time full of anticipation. After years of growing though, some of those dreams have dwindled. I no longer find it as inspiring to plan for the upcoming year. As I mentioned in the past post, there's more awareness of what can go wrong just as much as there is hope for...

Every year, there is a sense of hope and dread when it comes to the start of the growing season. Whether it is for my home garden or the farm. The hope comes from the anticipation of what the season will bring, the dread comes from the same. For any grower, uncertainty is a major part of our lives. For several years now, the best part of winter has been going through seed catalogues and drooling over the varieties of vegetables, flowers and fruits that can possibly be grown. It is like...