The winding path of life leads me to gifts blessed by the universe. Experiences taken, lessons learned; embrace it all. Run with the wind, the ever-changing current. I can handle it all. Bring on the laughs, the joys, the tears... the sorrow. I am stronger than pain and suffering.
Ah, Astarte Farm, tomato haven. It was my last stop of the farm-hopping train. Cool mornings and scorching days. An August of a beat-up straw hat on its way out, a more-than-ever sun-kissed face, dirt-encrusted pores (permanent summer stamp)... oh an August so simply wonderful. A September, October, and November of crisp, autumn air and cloudy skies. My work for now has ceased, but the love I bred will cycle through the fertility of the soil for seasons to come.
What a breathtaking view that morning. A horizon so concentrated with blissful peace and stillness. Bond with the light, and keep chins up. Always look up and ahead. Time has precious keepings. Love.
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Beautiful snapshot of a summer's worth of labor.
I love that this is all about tomatoes, and yet not a single tomato is seen. I don't believe I've ever seen a tomato farm; thank you for the little tour!
These pictures are of the ride to work; it would have been more fitting to have taken pictures of the actual farm if you wanted to see tomatoes. The roads and horizon simply signify the journey itself.
And yes!.. Astarte Farm's own Mr. Dan Pratt is the tomato man. His tomatoes, the most expensive at the market, sell out each time.
His website is:
http://www.astartefarm.com/
These are old pictures, back when they did flowers too. His main crop is tomatoes, but he also has tons of varieties each of onions, shallots, garlic, potatoes, carrots, leeks, basil, celery, kale, spinach, broccoli, cauliflower, both hot and sweet peppers, beets, corn, etc., etc.!
... but not anymore.
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