December 21: As the winter solstice, today is the shortest day of the year, the beginning of winter. Hopefully this period of quiet and dark is a time time of rest and rejuvenation. If you look out the window, the rain is pounding down and the sky dark and gray. Here is a poem by farmer-poet Wendell Berry:
The fowls speak and sing, settling for the night.
The mare shifts in the bedding.
In her womb her foal sleeps and grows,
within and within and within. Her jaw grinds,
meditative in the fragrance of timothy.
Soon now my own rest will come,
The silent river flows on in the dusk, miles and miles.
Outside, the walls and on the roof and in the woods
the cold rain falls.
May all of our farmers and friends of NOFA-NJ find peace in the coming winter, confident that the days will now get longer and eventually, the sun will appear once again.