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The season is surging here on the North shore. The baby tomatoes look spectacular – verdant, green, ready for the party. Tomorrow I’m kicking them off the light stand into the greenhouse, to sink or swim, overnight lows be damned. April on the farm is always an act of faith. It’s hard to believe that a couple of weeks ago the little suckers looked like this

Delicate, wispy, possibly anemic. And yet here we are.

This spring is colder and slower than last year, a more traditional island season, foggy mornings and cool gray days. But I feel so much better, so even and calm, compared to the crazy energy of this time twelve months ago, during the farm’s first season, the farm’s first year. The work is always demanding, and physical, the fields will always take everything you give and then some, and still, for some reason, I feel ready to see what round two has in store. To act in faith.