We rise to greet the first frosty sunrise at Simple Gifts Farm with a bittersweet mix of relief, sadness, and the type of exhaustion you feel after climbing a beautiful and steep mountain. 

We, and the farm, have landed in autumn. Frost is the kiss of death for tender crops like eggplant, but a sweet kiss for hardy crops like the Brussels sprouts and kale.

We were out yesterday evening, double-checking that all our hoophouses were tucked down, protecting our autumn crops. We’ll be out this week, harvesting the sweet potatoes.


The clover and rye are unperturbed by this frost, and will continue be a living blanket of green on our resting fields.