One of the deepest joys of an outdoor life is feeling the seasons transform. Sometimes you catch the instant of a turn itself: a sudden shift in fundamental character, and the future breaks in. This morning, winter's advent arrived upon a breeze. Time to cut water to the onions.
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Row of Rossa di Toscana onions in the garden.
I love raising locally-adapted storage onions, a cornerstone bridge crop—fresh food that behaves like a staple in storage. Not idea but flesh, not a concept but a covenant with the seasons. The ordinary becomes luminous in time. This is what it means to come home.
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Transplanting locally-adapted open-pollinated storage onion varieties, including: Newburg, Fehmel-Steig, Rossa di Toscana, and Zébrune Shallot-Onion. Listening to @homebrewedxnty on Bluetooth. The blessed ordinariness of new world creation.