So,a few weeks ago, after one of my longish days was winding down, I had the privilege to venture to our sister town of Dunbarton in order to meet with some incredibly special people. It was dark by the time I left the shop and mid-winter flakes had started to dance down Route 13--flirting first with the trees and then with the disappearing pavement. It was quiet--not a lot of traffic, and I had Totem--my youngest--keeping me company in the backseat. I must say I love how snowfall tickles the spirit of my inner adventurer :)
Totem and I approached the 1790's sprawling farm house. Their home sits close to the road and acts as a friendly doorway to something special. The snow was getting heavier, and in the dark I couldn't see the fields behind, but I knew they were there! For years now I have craned my neck with a cheerful toot of the horn--smiling at the sweet glow of goodness coming from their farm. Ken and Susan moved into the homestead the summer of '69 and began pouring their love into the land. Here's a picture of their home in the spring, during the day :)
Susan is the Woman, the Wife, the Mother, the Grandmother, the Teacher, the Friend that every woman admires! She has incredible beauty & strength, as well as an inspiring love for the earth that causes her to pine terribly for the sun and the soil in the dead of winter. Her inner clock counts quietly and waits for the days to lengthen so she can once again get dirty!
Upon arrival, I paused at the door just for a moment--we had caught them at a late supper. After a quick knock, I was soon sitting in their toasty space with a plateful of homemade food--some of it from their garden. Ken and Susan's home--as well as their garden-- makes you feel all safe and cozy. Susan had Totem giggling on the floor of their living room while Ken and I sat at the table. They had invited me to come and talk about New Life…..it was time to buy seeds!
Now, to back up a bit….I had stumbled upon Ken and Susan the summer after I opened Apotheca. I was making a flower delivery and spied their land--that glow of goodness I had mentioned is palpable.
Every summer they put their labors of love in a lovely nutshell by offering the edible, the beautiful, and the beautifully edible on a flower cart just outside their front door.
The Flower Cart
Now, back to the Koerber's Kitchen Table… this particular evening, mixed in with the warmth of their home and their familiar hospitality, there was an air of serious business. Ken wanted me to become more proactive about buying flowers locally--and he was right, I needed to. So while we chit-chatted and laughed for a bit, I was keenly aware of the Seed Catalog heavily placed at the corner of the table.
the valley of basement bulbs hiding out, waiting for spring!
dinner plate dahlias!