There's something deeply meditative about visiting a farm,
but especially come late November in New England. Mid-afternoon brings sunset,
covering the landscape in gold light; blue shadows nestle around the few kales
and mustards still growing. Most farms are breathing a sigh of relief after the
busy market season, when the fields are overflowing and farmers hustle to get
it all harvested, processed, and sold. There's a lovely hush to late November
in New England—a lullaby of frosts that signal it's time to put the farm to bed.
We gather for Thanksgiving: eat till our bellies are over-full, then drink tea,
maybe with a splash of bourbon and a dash of ginger; go to bed early.
