|purple plum radishes on harvest day
|bringing home the broccoli
|Week 5 Farm-Share
|Little Flower Farm in Hillpoint, 2013
|The expanded Little Flower Farm crew in Hillpoint 2021
|Jane (Erickson) Vessel with Uncle
on the Arcadia farm
O Blessed Lady of the Fields, who loved the land of thy native Galilee, who watched the Tiller of the Earth and Shepherd of the Flock go out and return from Nazareth, who lived with and loved the rural folk of the village, look down graciously upon the fields and pastures of this, thy adopted land. Make our homes sanctuaries of Christ as was thy home. Make our fields fertile and abundant in the harvest. Help us understand more fully the dignity of our toil and the merit it requires when offered through thee to Thy Divine Son, Jesus Christ, Who with the Father and the Holy Spirit, lives and reigns forever and ever. Amen
A Thirteenth Century Farmer Makes His Will
“At that time wills had to be written in Latin, and Reginald
Labbe (d. 1293) could neither write nor read, much less speak the Latin tongue.
So to the parish clerk he betook himself.
The Clerk: How much money have you to leave?
LABBE: Not one penny. I have a cow and a calf, two sheep,
three lambs, as many hens, a bushel and half of wheat, a seam and a half of
fodder, a seam of barley, another of mixed grain, and one halfpenny-worth of
salt. Besides these, I own, in clothes, a tabard, a tunic, and a hood; my
household goods are a rug, a bolster, two sheets, a brass dish, and a trivet.
The Clerk: You’re well off. How do you wish to leave these
things? And pray remember that, as you have no money, some of them must be sold
to defray expenses.
LABBE: What do you reckon they’re worth?
The Clerk: Thirty-three shillings and eightpence all told.
LABBE: And what will the expenses come to?
The Clerk: A penny to dig your grave and two-pence to toll
the bell. Then there will be eightpence to prove this will, and six shillings
for bread-and-cheese for your mourners. And, say, another crown for fees of
LABBE: Those figures are beyond me. But when all is paid, I
should like to make these bequests. A sheep to the church in Newton, and
another to the altar-and-fabric fund at Oakwood. To my wife, Ida, or rather, to
Ida my widow, one-half of my cow, and to Thomas Fitz-Norreys a quarter of my
The Clerk: Is that all?
Reginald LABBE: I can’t think of anything more.
The Clerk: That will be sixpence for the making of the will,
and three-pence more for the writing of it out.
Reginald: I can’t pay you now, but I will when I’m dead. The
sheep are worth tenpence apiece-take one for your trouble.
The Clerk: That will do very well.
The Clerk then wrote it all down, and Reginald Labbe went
home with peace in his mind, and a Latin will in his pocket.”
Eleanor Farjeon’s “The New Book of Days”
|Harvest and Delivery Day
|Greens Processing Crew in training
|Bringing Buttercup in
|Little Flower Farm Cheerleaders and Clean-up Crew
|View from the Brassica patch
|Bird's Eye view of the 4 fields of Little Flower Farm
|Harmony Buttercrunch Lettuce