The Daily Steward


“The one who works his land will have plenty of food, but whoever chases fantasies will have his fill of poverty.” 

Proverbs 28:19

Things are picking up while plants are popping up in the greenhouse! As soon as there is a a stretch of dry weather, I can get out in the field and get my first beds prepped for the coming season. Judging by the 10 day forecast, however, it seems that a deluge is more likely. It might be a late start to this season, folks, but that’s how this whole farming thing works. The elements are beyond my control, yet they dictate much in my day to day. I’m not going to stress about it, though. What will be will be, and I will try my best regardless of what the weather throws at me, and no matter what, the veggies will come! Spinach and onions are popping, lettuce, broccoli, cauliflower, kale, collards, peas and chard are next. Cross your fingers and say a prayer that the rain in the forecast to clear out!

You’ll notice something very familiar to last weeks’ newsletter, that the title hasn’t changed. Why, you may ask? I really like it, truth be told. It rings of the heading of a newspaper, a play on words harkening back to an age gone by, the golden age of the press. It’s also terribly difficult to come up with a title to each weeks newsletter, something that pops and will entice you to open this e-mail and read this prattle herein. More than any of these reasons, however, is that I’d like to think of this as my title, no, my calling in this vocation. I’m not merely farmer, who, according to my pal Merriam-Webster, is “a person who cultivates land or crops or raises animals,” I strive to be a steward, which in my mind is a much grander and nobler undertaking, but also connotes an idea of being of service rather than simply managing. I see myself as tasked with the responsibility of serving the natural environment, making it healthier by my intrusion upon it, and in doing so serve you, my community and my clientele, by providing you one of the basic fundamentals of existence, provided in service that which is produced in service. Perhaps I sound like a broken record, and in some ways I write these words again and again to cement them in my psyche moreso than in an attempt to convince you to patronize me. I know that if I come at this vocation in this attitude of humility and servitude, no matter what, my efforts will not be in vain.

Here’s a great idea: go the the Winecoff Farmer’s Market between the hours of 9am and noon! I will not be there in person, but Street Fare Farm will be represented by the lovely Taylor, aspiring flower farmer and one of the newest farmers at the Lomax Incubator Farm! Be gentle with her, she hasn’t vended at a market in a while, but knowing you all, I know you’ll make her feel right at home! She’s going to have some Pea Shoots, Radish Shoots, Sunflower Shoots and Pasture-Raised, Non-GMO Eggs in tow to dispense to you good people of Cabarrus County!

Where will I be, you ask? I thought it’d be a good idea to sign up for what’s called the Frigid 5k Run and Plunge at the U.S. National Whitewater Center, a 3 and change mile run followed by a dip in the Catawba River. The air temperature isn’t supposed to be terribly cold in the morning, but it’s supposed to be rainy, and I reckon the temperature of the water will be somewhere in the 40s… Good thing I take these cold showers! I’m going to do my best to bring a medal back for you guys!

Have a great week, and, if you’re so inclined, have a go at finding some way to adopt the mindset of servitude in your work this coming week. Take the ego out of it, and do something solely for the benefit of someone else, even if it’s hard. Give it a try, I bet you’ll like it!



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