Farm your Garden Workshop

Grow your own food

Farm speaks in different voices.

The farm speaks in different voices depending on the time of the year and the hour of the day. For about a month now it is the rattling and crackle of leaves, as they drift down the length of teak trees, dislodged by a bird that takes off suddenly, or the breeze. Often, I have turned around, looking over my shoulder in anticipation. A footfall or a low whisper……At the bottom of the tree is one more leaf, withered over the year, having done its job of nourishing a few more cells, breathing in the light and air.

The farmer is grateful for this bounty. It’s a great time to make composts. Raked up in a pile our leaf now nourishes the earthworm. The farm finds yet another voice!