frames

“The most important thing in art is the frame. For painting: literally; for other arts: figuratively - because, without this humble appliance, you can't know where The Art stops and The Real World begins. You have to put a "box" around it because otherwise, what is that [deleted] on the wall?” -Frank Zappa

This quote came to mind quite a few times this morning.
Farming: The Art
Field F, The soil/rows/lines/rocks: The Art
All plants that will grow there: The Art
The actual construction of the fence: The Art

We finished "the frame" this morning.

And so, we have a new "work." A perpetually unfinished piece, mind you. Always in transition. ...but whose "event space/canvas" has now been defined.

We are quite happy with the results.













Can you spot where the trench was dug? Hopefully not...



After putting away all of our fencing supplies and commenting time and again on how dang chilly it was/is today (It is May 12th right??), we grabbed some garbage bags and played clean up crew along the road leading to and away from the farm. Appearance is half the battle you know...

Lunch was a quick grazing through some culinary odds and ends.
We had a 70 mile trek to the farm we were visiting for our CRAFT meeting/tour looming.

The farm/tour was great. Soil health was the topic. Very informative. Great questions asked. All readily answered and explored. Many thoughts for me to chew on as I mull over the possibilities of finding land to farm in the near future. Exciting stuff...



A bit of grocery shopping at a nearby farm on the way back. Upon return we had dinner... but not just any dinner. Tonight's main course was a salad (my first real salad in over a month) made of greens from our own W1 field. Good gravy, how tender and flavorful. Really. Really. ummm... Really.

-My weekend was wonderful, by the way. Pizza, Unreal farmscapes, Diner food (for the first time in over a month, easily), ...and this...





Diesel. Dig.