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The beds at Common Table Farm under snow.

The land told us it was time to rest

As I walk through the farm, crusty snow crunches beneath my boots. Browned leaves rustle on dried corn stalks as I pass. Animal tracks of

A bucket with fresh vegetables.

Urban farm hums with activity

“Hello, farmers!” We look up from weeding in the kale beds. A young girl’s voice calls to us from the other side of the fence,

A bitter melon rests in someone's hand.

The joy of bitter melon

As I reflect on this season at the Common Table Farm, the word that comes to mind is challenge. This summer has been a challenge

Pink flowers

Greeting bees and sowing seeds

As the soil warms with the spring sun, I look forward to meeting my friends again. They’re quite small, and easily missed. But if I

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