Hop Update 2/13/14
Snow has returned to Orange County Hops and put our hop yard build on the ice, so to speak. As I write this blog today I am watching the snow bury the hop yard even deeper. We are in the middle of a blizzard expected to last for 24 hours and deposit an additional foot or more of the fluffy white stuff to our existing base of 12″. “Nothing to be done, Nothing to be done”, as one of the character’s in Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot would say.
Well, at least we have a great view from inside the cabin as we sit in front of the wood stove. I am amazed at the single small bird that flew by through the wind and the snow. How can that little bird defy the elements? Where is it going?
I try to understand how harsh nature can be, but I can’t get past the fact that I’m witnessing a fierce storm from inside my cozy lair. I’ll bet that little bird wouldn’t mind trading places if it had the chance. Still, the presence of the little bird makes me realize that the snow will indeed end, the sun will return, and the building of the hop farm will commence. We just might have to wait a while.
“Nothing to be done, Nothing to be done.”
There is much to be thankful for, and even the snow has beauty. Our hop yard waits under the white blanket with poles standing firmly into the air, and I am thankful that I had the opportunity to install them all before the frost turned the soil into a 2 foot ice pack as stiff as a layer of solid concrete. In one half of the hop yard the east-west wires are holding the trellis firmly in place. The other half of the yard waits patiently for spring.
I too will wait patiently for spring, as I think about the work that needs to be done, as I watch the blizzard from inside the cabin, and as I try to appreciate the strength and the beauty of winter. I am thankful for all the family, friends, and neighbors who have helped me get this project 18 feet off the ground. Their support has made this hop farm possible. Sitting here watching the snow has reminded me of that. At some point in the day, I’ll put on my boots and hat and stroll out for a walk through the storm if only to see what it would feel like if I had indeed traded places with that little bird. Even if it was only for a moment.