Well, here we are. It’s a new year. A new decade. And at least for one of us, the start of a new half century. I don’t know about anyone else, but I have the nagging feeling that I still haven’t grown up. When do you become an adult? A full-fledged member of that secret society that is “in charge"? 

I think the Farm, though younger by a number of decades, feels the same way (at least to me). Somehow the Farm still feels young. Somehow the Farm still feels like it’s growing into itself. And yet, 2020 marks the start of our  15 th  growing season. Other community farms come to us for advice. For mentorship. They come to us as one of the farms who’s been there, done that. 

Time is such a funny thing. It passes faster and faster, but I don’t necessarily feel older. I do notice its passage. Like when my  youngest  kid, who used to work at the farmers’ market with me, is only a couple years from graduating high school. Or when I’m three quarters of the way toward what once would have been a pensioned career (20 years –- remember that?) at a farm that many in our community are only now just discovering. 

But despite any lingering doubts, we are grown up. The Farm is an established part of our community. We have developed deep and strong connections throughout Newton and beyond, as we strive to provide produce and education to as many people as possible, as we work with other towns to preserve farmland and create vibrant, community-focused farms, and as we continue to work this one, small, magical piece of land. Here’s to all things new (and old!).

Farmer Greg