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April Snow Brings We Don’t Know

“For the farmers at the mercy of mother nature, we owe our loyalty at the market stand and the supermarkets. ”


Every winter I spend sunny mornings on my favourite chair with a good cup of coffee reading about plants… and other things, but mainly thinking about plants, gardens and greenhouses to be.  I use it as a time to reflect for the spring season to come, to do all my planning out beforehand, so when the spring air warms the ground, I’m ready, shovel in hand, to get to work.

Maybe it’s the because of the snow surprise, or maybe it’s because of the long wait every winter for gardening to start, but here we are in April, with snow on the ground, and I can’t help but wonder how do farmers do it every year.  It must be so friggin’ stressful knowing that what you base your entire livelihood on, hangs like vapour in the air, completely out of your control.

Somehow every year, Mother Nature, gives us one more last little test, just when we think all the freezing is over with, one more little blast to scare us all from thinking the fruit is never going to come.  Yet, somehow, the miracle always happens.  Then June arrives, and we relish every morsel of the years’ first ripe strawberries, and then raspberries, and blueberries, and cherries, and peaches, ooh and the nectarines, and plums, and watermelons, and tomatoes, and fresh basil, and corn, ooh and the grapes!  Then the wine!  Oh man, what a sweet, sweet, beautiful world we live in.

Everyone loves to eat good, fresh, delicious food. Just remember where that food came from; from a farmer, who grew it for us to enjoy.  That farmer goes through many pitfalls and perils in their journey from soil to plate.  Next time you even think of complaining that the cost of that fruit you want is too much, think again about the snow in April; their loss is not our gain.  For the farmers at the mercy of Mother Nature, we owe our loyalty at the market stand and the supermarkets.  To keep them in business keeps our Niagara whole, bountiful, beautiful and ripe.

Don’t hug a tree, hug a farmer.  You can meet one at the market at near you.  Niagara Farmer’s Markets


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