12147 Corey Lake Road, Three Rivers, Michigan (269) 244-5690

Monthly Archive: December 2019

‘Twas the night before Christmas….

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the farm, Not a creature was stirring, to do any harm; Bushel baskets were placed by the market with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The orchards were nestled all snug in the ground, While visions of sweet spring time danced all around. And the farmer in her bibs and standard farm cap, had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the farm there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But so many, many tree eating deer.

And then more motion, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he shouted, “Stop eating those trees, what a shame,”

“And stay out of the grapes and the strawberries too, and tell all your friends they better just shoo, These trees are preparing for the 2020 crop, for eager CLO customers to get when they shop.”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So away from the tree-tops the coursers they flew, leaving alone the vineyards and blueberries too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard a new sound. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down through the market St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to farm boots,  And his clothes were all tarnished with dirt and stained fruits,  Something large was flung on his back, And I wondered, what did he  have in that sack?

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were apple red, his nose like a sweet cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up so sweet, And I saw leftover sugar from a donut treat.

He was eating an apple and then a pear, but I saw him looking at pies, I swear, He had a broad face and a donut shaped belly, That shook, when he laughed like a jar of grape jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I wondered if he’d found peach brandy on the shelf; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, showed empty hard cider bottles he had instead.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the bushels; then turned with a jerk, I could see new farm tools; some pruners and hoes, but where was that new tractor I recently chose?

He moved to leave and I heard an engine roar, he was driving my new tractor right out the door, But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

Wishing you the peace of winter…..

While the market is closed as we take our winter breather, we also know that some of you would like to pick up items we might still have for yourself or others. We know a lot of customers like giving hard ciders and brandies as gifts, or picking up some of our frozen “take and bake” pies.  (Still available in apple, strawberry-rhubarb, blueberry, cherry, and cherry-berry.) Just give us a call on 269-244-5690, and we’re happy to make an appointment to meet up with you.

From the Farmer’s Almanac:

In 2019, the winter solstice arrives on Saturday, December 21, at 11:19 p.m. EST, marking the first day of winter in the Northern Hemisphere. In the Northern Hemisphere, the winter solstice always occurs around December 21 or 22. (In the Southern Hemisphere, the winter solstice occurs around June 20 or 21.) It is the day with the fewest hours of sunlight in the whole year. 

At the winter solstice, the Sun appears at its most southerly point. The Sun is directly overhead at “high-noon” on the solstice at the latitude called the Tropic of Capricorn. The next day, the path will begin to advance northward.

The word solstice comes from Latin sol “sun” and sistere “to stand still.” So, loosely translated, it means “sun stand still.” For a few days before and after the solstice, the Sun appears to stand still in the sky. The change in its noontime elevation is so slight that the Sun’s path seems to stay the same, or stand still.  Think of it this way. The solstice brings the return of more sunlight. It only gets brighter from here!  (I think all of us are ready for that!)

As winter officially begins everyone here at the farm wishes you a most peaceful winter. For we farmers who spend so much time outdoors, thinking about growing hours and daylight, winter on the farm is an important time. It is when our orchards, vineyards and fields go into their deep sleep to prepare for another growing season. It is the time when all of us get to catch up with family and friends, linger over a cup of coffee, delight in eating our frozen/canned fruits and vegetables, and not set alarms. The moments of quiet and solitude are perhaps the best gifts we receive as we find time to relax and rejuvenate. All the best to all of you!