The Winter of Our Discontent

Kristi Hanson
2026-02-27T13:06:00-05:00

I love a good snowstorm.

As I write this, the blizzard of 2026, predicted as a massive storm across the Eastern seaboard, has closed schools and roads. Even NYC called for a curfew on the roads last night in a warning to residents that this storm would be unprecedented and dangerous.

Here on the River, a consistent snowfall overnight has left a powdery white blanket over our fields. The snow is falling heavily and is predicted to do so all day. Gusty winds off the Hudson River rage outside. Meetings and appointments have been cancelled, roads are slippery. All that’s left to do is enjoy the silent beauty of a snow day Upstate.

"In The Depth Of Winter, I Finally Learned That There Was In Me An Invincible Summer.”
-Albert Camus

Working with seeds and plants means we are always thinking of summer. In the coldest days of January, we plan for the season ahead, pouring through seed catalogues with an eye to what will grow best in our soils, and what our customers will love to put on their table.

In February, the growing season begins, as we seed our specialty onions, tucking them into seed trays to germinate in the most delicious of environments. A sauna for plants, as humidity is the key to successful germination. They've emerged from their seed state successfully, the first promise of the bounty of the summer harvest.

And so it begins. This labor of the land. The work of growing. The rewards of soil, sun and water. The joy of the summer table. The invincible summer.