Hi. We sent out our welcome email with the detail on the locations and times that we will be dropping of your boxes of fruit starting next Wednesday (6/9/21). If for any reason you did not receive the email, but have subscribed to the CSA, please contact us via email or at 503-902-8831. We are looking forward to the coming season of fruit, and want it to end up in your hands and mouths. Thanks. Tree Kilpatrick.
Hey there, if you are still considering our Community Supported Agriculture program to pick up a box of delicious mixed fruit once a week at one of our many drops (East Bay, Napa, Winters, Sacramento, Davis) please be advised that we are going to close sign-ups soon. The 1st of June we’ll stop signing people up and begin focusing on providing the best fruit for all our subscribers. So if you’ve put it off now is the time. We take Venmo, Pay Pal and check payments and it’s easy to sign up here on the website. https://thecloverleaffarm.com/join-our-csa/
Tree Kilpatrick (The Tree who farms trees).
We are about three weeks away from harvest. I wanted to let everybody know that we still have sign-ups open for the CSA and the Ugly Fruit club. Check the website for those things.
The Davis and Central Berkeley sites are full or nearly so, but there are locations through-out the East Bay, in Napa, in Winters and over in Sacramento with plenty of openings. The Ugly Fruit Club will be receiving an email about the new ordering process soon. We are not going to invoice that anymore. Ugly’s will be sold through the website. The Sacramento Sunday Farmers Market stand will start up in 3-4 weeks as well. We are going to be out in Arden with all the other vendors who used to be under the freeway. I’ve heard it’s a great market, so we hope to see some of you out there. Finally we will have a few U-picks this year, but those won’t begin until late June. As always you can buy our fruit at The Davis Food Co-op, The Sacramento Food Co-op and Bi-Rite in San Francisco. Thanks for the support. We are looking forward to the fruit and the harvest as much as you’all. Tree Kilpatrick.
While suspended in an international resurgence of political and emotional upheaval in the wake of the murders of George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, and Breonna Taylor at the hands of police, I’ve been thinking about the origin story of racism and police violence in this country and how it happened first on the land in the field. We built this nation-state on land stolen from indigenous people and this economy on labor extracted from the enslavement of black people. One of the original iterations of the police force in the South, literally called the “slave patrol,” was tasked with chasing down slaves and preventing slave revolts. Since then, there have been too many institutions created to reinforce our systemically racist food system for me to name here (but you can read about them here).
In this moment, I invite you to think critically about the history of your food. How did it get here? Who owns — and who lost their rights to — the land this food was grown on and why? Why is it that our food system still depends heavily on undocumented migrant farmworkers? Who and what sort of system are you investing in when you make your food choices? How can you engage with the food system in a way that addresses these historical and contemporary injustices?
If you believe that black lives matter, support black farmers. If you believe that our racist food system should no longer reap the benefits of stolen land and labor, support BIPOC (black, indigenous, people of color) farmers. Farmers of color are calling for reparations of land and resources that they have been historically denied so that they can nourish and redistribute these to their communities. Soul Fire Farm created a reparations map for black and indigenous farmers and compiled this list of black and indigenous-led farming organizations that you can follow and support.
- National Black Food and Justice Alliance
- Federation of Southern Cooperatives
- Southeastern African American Organic Farmers Network Black Family Land Trust
- Black Belt Justice Center
- Black Urban Growers
- Detroit Black Community Food Security Network Land Loss Prevention Project
- Southern Grassroots Economies Project
- Farms to Grow
- Cooperation Jackson
- Black Oaks Center for Sustainable Renewable Living
- Truly Living Well
- Malcolm X Grassroots Movement
Locally, you can support the following black and indigenous-led farming organizations. This is not an exhaustive list, and you can follow our farm blog to see updates to this list. If you have contributions to this list, please email them to email@example.com.
- We Grow Urban Farm (West Sacramento)
- Three Sisters Gardens (West Sacramento)
- Yisrael Family Urban Farm (Sacramento)
- The Worm Whisperer Farms (Sacramento)
- Black Bicycle Farm (Davis)
- Urban Tilth (Richmond)
- Black Earth Farms (Berkeley)
- Brown Girl Farms (Oakland)
- Acta Non Verba (Oakland)
- Raised Roots (Oakland)
- Sogorea Te’ Land Trust (Oakland)
- Hummingbird Farm (San Francisco)
- ACORN: Advancing Cultural Opportunities for Reclaiming Nutrition (Santa Rosa)
I leave you with this poem titled “Black Gold” by Naima Penniman, Program Director at Soul Fire Farm in New York. If you prefer to watch it in cell phone video form, you can listen to Naima performing it here.
Peace and love,
Kaitlin, Tess & the Cloverleaves
We sell a lot of fruit to a lot of different people. And I’ve gotta say: y’all CSA members are my favorite. You’re similar to a farmers market customer — you make eye contact, converse sometimes, maybe even offer a compliment or some heartfelt feedback — but more loyal and committed, less fickle and not so easily seduced by conventional alternatives and prices. You’re less cost effective than a grocery store with its relatively massive purchasing power, but you don’t perpetuate food insecurity nor erect financial barriers imposed by the operating costs of middlemen. You’re different from the average shopper in that you seem to understand the value of our labor and our fruit, enough to make a financial investment at the beginning of the season that sustains us farmers through busy hot summers and dreary wet winters.
And we know you have options. Maybe you’re in it for the deal, but let’s face it, you could be paying less at a huge supermarket chain. Or maybe you’re in it for the “local,” but California is the agricultural mecca of the United States and just about everything is locally available in this state. Maybe you’re an organics enthusiast, but there’s sooo many organic big ag options at a lower price at your local grocery store. Maybe you just love the regular delivery service, but you could be having “Farm Fresh to You” dropping a box right at your door. Maybe you think the taste is incomparable, but you could buy the same exact fruit at the food co-op and avoid the whole upfront financial commitment you made earlier this spring and probably some food waste. Maybe you think the CSA model is the future of socially sustainable agriculture, but heck, you chose our little farm!
After studying and working intimately with food systems for more than five years, I’ve realized again and again that at the epicenter of all of the damage endured and perpetuated by agriculture is the broken relationship between the consumer and the producer. For the vast majority of our existence, the consumer was the producer. Over time, the vast majority of our species has become estranged from the soils, the practices, the ecology, and the people who nourish our bodies and souls. As a modern-day producer, the degrees of disconnection are apparent in the dismissive tone of a shopper who contests our prices. Or when I receive my monthly paycheck, it’s not hard to recall that our country’s agricultural origins were born in the throes of slavery and displacement.
Per the logic of laissez faire economics, there’s no reason for you and I to have this relationship. It’d be easier for us to sell one kind of fruit to one kind of buyer. It’d be easier for you to buy your fruit somewhere cheaper and more convenient. We know this. We know you made a choice, and we know your choice makes it possible for us to make a choice that gives us a little more power in this crazy relentless world. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you, dear CSA customers. We love you. We hope to see you next spring, and if not, please continue to support small-scale farms that are trying to build a different world for farmers, customers and the planet. Peace.
We get asked frequently on tours of the farm about how climate change is affecting us as farmers. While we haven’t seen a lot of big changes yet, there are many small changes that add up. This year, the late rains led to much more brown rot and a much larger compost pile than we planned for – we doubled our compost bin size this year, but it is overflowing every week. The drought that ended last year meant that we were uncertain about our water supply, and resulted in a long-needed groundwater management act going into effect next year, but so far we have heard that the new act will put a lot of small farms out of business. In the winter, we are never sure if we are going to get enough chilling hours for fruit set, so we leave more fruit wood on while we are pruning, which results in more thinning in the spring. Local weather, of course, isn’t what climate change is about – this summer has been one of the coolest I can remember in Davis, but world-wide it has been the hottest summer on record. I watch the videos of the Arctic ice melt with dread.
Sometimes it feels as a small-scale farmer that there isn’t much we can do about climate change. We have to drive pick-up trucks and vans to move the produce — one my least favorite things is to be stuck in a traffic jam with peaches in the van in the Bay area. We have made small changes: install solar panels on the top of the barn to power our water pumps, put in soil moisture sensors to reduce water use (see photo), use no-till farming to reduce our tractor use, and this year we made fewer and more efficient trips to the bay area. Still, I don’t know how many hours I’ve spent picking peaches feeling like we aren’t making the changes fast enough to fix agriculture and the planet’s problems. I feel like farmers are well poised to help with climate change if we worked together with scientists – farmers deal with food waste, water use, soil carbon, vehicle emissions, land use on a daily basis. This latest article in Science is some glimmer of hope – if the world planted a trillion trees (i.e. 132 trees per person), on top of reducing emissions, humans might be able to pull through this. Of course, that means that every person needs to have access to enough land to plant and maintain 132 trees. I know the Cloverleaf crew is fully on board with this mission – hopefully we will find enough land this winter to accomplish it!
Peaches are like people. They are born by their aging tree mothers arranged in clusters of commingling shapes and sizes. They grow and swell to maturity against the odds of climate change, disease, and an onslaught of ravenous wildlife and insects. The result of all these environmental pressures is an immense and amazing spectrum of difference. Us farmers spend our days combing over every little variability in every peach, often impressed and amused by the diversity.
There’s the winking peach, who’s skin tightens up into a goofy gnarled toothless grin and looks like it might just spit into a spittoon. There’s the mini peach, often found in the leaf curl-ridden canopy of the trees or down in the shade in a cohort of mini peaches that bartered for limited nutrients in these restrictive growing conditions. There’s the split pit peach, who generously provides a home for a family of pincher bugs. There’s the pecked peach, who nourishes the red-breasted robin mothers of speckled blue eggs. There’s the outie peach, who, well, has an outie (see below). There’s the voluptuous peach, who somehow soaked up the sun before the rest and is already bursting with juices when the farmer arrives.
Perusing the piles of fruit in the grocery store, the average customer wouldn’t know such diversity exists. Not unlike the lingerie stores that plaster airbrushed images of the bodies of models in a storefront window, grocery stores will only allow their shelves to advertise a particular shape, a particular color, a particular texture and a particular size of peach. The rest of these fruits find their way to feed the earthworms, the trees themselves, the squirrels, a snacking farmer, or maybe even an open-minded customer.
Well, everybody, here I am again. Wait. Am I? Where is here? Tuesday. Yes.
One month of harvest season to go, and this is often where I find my mind these days. It’s just… somewhere. You all know the summer is hot. That has a lot to do with it. You also probably guessed that we climb a lot of ladders and carry a lot of boxes of fruit around, and that has a lot to do with it too. Hmm. A lot. What is a lot, you ask? Well.
A while back, someone asked me how many peaches we pick every year. We did a bit of farmer-math and came up with approximately 120,000 peaches. Just peaches. Add in the nectarines, and that might come out to about 200,000 fruits. Add in the apricots, and we might be somewhere around… I don’t know… 400,000? 450,000? Don’t ask about the figs. Melons. Tomatoes. Raspberries. Strawberries. Et al.
That might seem like a big number. But I’ve been considering lately how that number doesn’t even come close to the number of decisions that have to be made in order for our fruit to make it into your CSA boxes. This is getting fun, now. Let’s go back in time.
Step one. In the spring, we ‘thin’ the fruit, meaning that we remove about 50-75% of the little baby fruits that the trees produce in order to reduce the weight on the branches and increase fruit size and quality. Let’s say the average is 50%. That’s 450,000 decisions.
Step two. We pick each variety about 4 times as the fruit ripens gradually. So, for each ripe fruit that is picked, that’s another 450,000. But, as we go through multiple times, we also have to decide NOT to pick the unripe fruit. I can’t wrap my sleepy brain around how to calculate that, so let’s just say 450,000 again.
Step three. We sort the fruit into three ‘quality’ grades (perfect, semi-perfect, and ugly). You guessed it, another 450,000.
Okay, so, arithmetic. My calculator says 1,800,000 decisions. Just to thin, pick, and sort the stone fruit. Wow. Maybe that has something to do with it. Tuesday. Yes.
The days are long, hot and itchy. The summers are relentless and unforgiving. The fruit-laden branches demand your watchful attention lest they drop their fruit before you get your $2.85/pound. Regardless of how much you could use a hearty meal, a solid eight hours of sleep, or even just a few pages of a favorite novel, the cogs of the food system machine grind on. It’s so easy to get lost in it, to lose yourself. But outside of this tunnel vision, tucked in all the nooks and crannies of the trees and soil, there are a myriad of little hidden treasures to find. Sometimes we slow down just enough to notice. I captured some on camera for you.
An enchanted orchard:
Fungal friends, such as this birds nest fungus.
And creepy crawly buggos the size of your thumb.
Lizards basking in patches of sunlight.
Farmers’ best friends, of course.
A creekside hideaway free of peach fuzz and direct sunlight.
Wondrously large fruits of our labor.
Joyrides in the back of Katie’s pickup.
And some damn good peaches. Duh.
A while back, we met with our business advisor, Thomas (Kitchen Table Advisors), and he said something that has been rolling around in my brain a lot over the past few weeks. Memory is a funny thing, so I paraphrase, but here it is:
“A farm is basically made up of the people that work it”
You all know us by the fruit we harvest from the trees. The juicy peaches, the silky apricots, the vibrant nectarines. The succulent berries, drooping figs. And yes, by tasting them, you experience all of ourselves that we’ve poured into them through the year, over the years. But, of course, we are all more than that. So, in the name of the Local Food movement, in the name of Know Your Farmer, allow me to sketch you a portrait.
The trees are groaning with peaches. The quiet clang of boots on aluminum rings like muted bells as we climb up, and down, softer this time, gently cradling an armful of tender fruit. Eric plays Motown, and laughs brightly at every one of your jokes. Brianna whispers sweetly to the trees, and apologizes for bending their branches. Kyle wears Crocs, and quietly cracks a joke – his eyes twinkle when he knows you overheard. Tree is waxing poetic about fine wine and good food, and always finds something in common with everyone. Yurytzy is quietly observing, and never misses a beat. Kaitlin is talking about her feelings, and she wants to hear about yours too. Emma is getting us excited about her new idea, a brand new way to see the world. Neil is making sound effects, and offering to help. Daniel never stops smiling, and always has something positive to say. Mel is showing up to pack the CSA, and singing like an angel. Maria is dancing along, and offers to work out that kink in your neck. Jack has his mind on a hot spring, and yet, here he is, helping us out in yet another fruit emergency. I look on, buried in a warm, ripe Red Haven, and I can’t help but smile.