…home from the Heirloom Expo…
What did I notice first on arriving home from the Heirloom Expo late Thursday night? The velvety black sky with its scattered bright stars, and the thrumming song of a thousand crickets, summer’s counterpart to the wet season’s frog symphony. The moment the car engine and lights clicked off, the darkness and cricket song filled the world completely. “Welcome home,” they said. “Go to sleep.”
Making the rounds of the gardens next morning was like meeting dear characters in a story I’d heard a hundred times – which was literally the case, as the expo days were non-stop conversation about these particular tomatoes and chickens and grapes and millet and tiny chorus frogs. The Japanese Black Trifele tomato patch was as robust and productive as the stories indicated. We had seeds for it at the expo as well as ripe tomatoes. We met many gardeners who are happily growing it this year and many more who had just heard about it from one or another of the hundred speakers at the expo. Our Trifele plants did not seem surprised to hear they had made more than one top-tomatoes list.
My experience of the Heirloom Expo this year came mostly through conversation at our booth, and my gratitude goes out to everyone who stopped to share. It was inspiring and fun and educational and overwhelming and it leaves me feeling hopeful about the big transition in which we are all engaged. I’m feeling more than ever how our relationship with food is at the center of this transition, and how fundamental and all-encompassing a change it is.
(See the previous post for a photo of Laughing Frog Farm’s booth at the expo.)