jambican .. we grow, we deliver, we welcome you to our farm

organic vegetables, flowers and farm experiences.. therein lies our focus.

for yourself, your family, your friends, your co-workers, your employees, your students, your teachers.. 

the three of us (man, woman, child) and a host of volunteers throughout the season try our best to bring out that which our land wants to give us.

and the fruits of this labour continue to this moment in time

as of today's date, we still have the following :

• carrots 1kg @ $6
• rutabaga lb/$2
• black radish lb/$2
• daikon lb/$2
• sunchokes lb/$4
• kohl rabi lb/$2
• Gobou 200g/$5

• herb salt $7
• peppery garlic salt $7
• shiso salt $7
• dry beans (clean) 200g/$5

Call us today!

Brightness is flowing..

Tonight I’m feeling grateful for a wonderful day.  Weather was great.  Our day at market was busy and full of smiles, authenticity and good feelings.

So I am thankful.  Truly.  

Because not all my days are like this one.  

Some things people see in this world I don’t want or need to see.  Just not part of my reality.  And so I understand the resistance and backlash to my own expressions of reality.

I am comfortable with and aware of my own essence, history, and heritage.  And I have never, never, never, never understood or seen any humour in any statement referencing one’s colour.  Never.

People say stuff, I can sense it’s coming, I try to sidestep it, but still they force it through.  I ignore, I do not respond, they say “ didn’t you hear what I said?  I said… “ and they laugh.  

Retired teachers who I made the mistake of sharing the fact that I enjoy their company for a few moments every week now feel comfortable in expressing how ‘ it must be all the greens you eat why I can’t get as dark as you.. ‘ .. laugh, laugh.

And my bright day gets a little dimmer as unsaid words, unexpressed feelings, and unforgettable memories swirl into action trying to take shape.

But today is a good day, a busy day.. there is no time or energy for those things.  Brightness is flowing..

Day is done, I am home with family, cat, then the routine of the news feed.  And the swirling begins again.

The simple act of ‘connecting’ forces me into a ‘we’ mentality.  And this ‘we’ mentality never resonates with me.

Never.

Though I live and walk side by side with you in this world, what ‘we’ see is not the same.

Sometimes I want to share my experiences.. my joy, my pain, my living.  Separate from the ‘we’ narrative, space for expression is hard-won and struggles for air.

Do you really want to hear my life-long moanings about micro-aggressions, media assaults, spiritual exhaustion and forced-definitions?

It’s dysfunctional.. my mere presence launches you into a world of colour / culture comparisons.  Your mere presence reminds me of the non-representative ‘we’.

Yet, the brightness flows.. in the context of what..?  

Good weather? Food?  Authenticity?  .. Last night’s alcohol?.. 

I don’t know, and I’m not sure I really care, but the brightness flows, and I am grateful.. I am thankful.

Today was a good day, Thank you.