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Farm Happenings for October 5, 2021

Posted on September 30th, 2021 by Shiloh Avery

Welcome to your Fall harvest share!  In case you're new to the harvest share program, here's a couple of snippets to help you:

Make sure you set your preferences so that your share is already customized when you receive your Sunday email: https://harvie.zendesk.com/hc/en-us/articles/360021794754-How-do-preferences-work-

Then, you can further customize (swap, add, etc.) your share before the Wednesday cutoff, here's how: https://harvie.zendesk.com/hc/en-us/articles/1260802865550-Customize-Your-Share-Version-2

Going away? Here's how to hold or reschedule your share: https://harvie.zendesk.com/hc/en-us/articles/360001542514-How-to-reschedule-change-a-delivery-location-and-skip-or-hold-a-share-

Missing an item? Received an unsatisfactory item?  Let us know and we'll issue you a credit.  Here's how credits work: https://harvie.zendesk.com/hc/en-us/articles/360034785114-Credits-What-they-are-how-to-receive-them-and-how-to-redeem-them-

Waxing poetic:

This week ends in October.  I watch, with alarm, this year slip through my fingers with liquid ease as I attempt to hold onto it with my iron grip.  The farmily, the most productive season ever, the warmth: all of it sliding away from me. Then I realize that this only brings us closer to Belize!  It’s good to give ourselves something to look forward to in winter—the blazing equatorial sunlight at the end of the tunnel.  A reward for months and months of extremes.  A relief to the exhaustion that clings to us like days old sweat.

October is arguably the most beautiful month, with it’s days warm beneath a languid sun and nights slow and long and blanketed.  We ease our aching bodies into it’s bath of lessened workload and lowered cortisol levels.  We reflect and revise, formulate ideas of improvement.  We glide awhile, just enjoying the view.  We celebrate the season, birthdays, anniversaries, and those that passed before us.  We soak in the Epsom salt of gratitude and linger there, catching our breath.