I was the last to see her. It’s hard to say how long it would have taken me to notice, had it not been for Dana and Farmer John talking about her while we were setting up the farm stand on a recent Wednesday. They were both bewildered to discover I’d driven by her at least twice, yet remained oblivious.

I like to think it’s because I’m an attentive driver, and keep my eyes on the road – even though in this case it’s actually only our driveway. But she is standing right where the gravel drive connects to the low water crossing, and I tend to concentrate on what lies straight ahead. At that junction, it doesn’t seem safe to sightsee to the right or to the left.

I’ll admit, however, that I’m a little shocked I didn’t feel her looking at me as I crossed.

Because really, although her stature is slight, her presence is immense. Especially since her arrival was so sudden. One day there was nothing but a pile of wood chips at that spot; the next day, there she was. An angel, in all her ethereal glory.

No matter how miraculous her manifestation, we’re not looking to use her as a publicity stunt, like someone who imagines a divine image on a piece of toast and invites the world (and the tabloids) to come see. No, no. This angel alighted so quietly, so gently, we will not exploit her. She obviously desires no fanfare. Fact is, we’re handling her abrupt habitation of our farm mostly with kid gloves and try hard not to startle her, for fear she might take flight. We do so want her to stay.

Wouldn’t it be something if she were a guardian angel sent to watch over the farm, her arms outstretched not so much to push away evil, but more as a gesture of reassurance, as if reaching out for a warm hug?

Yet we knew there was a more practical answer, one that likely involved Dave, the engineer extraordinaire who made our unique gate latches. After all, he did this:

Our suspicions were confirmed after I received a reply from Dave to my email inquiry. And after he pointed out that this particular angel might be the type that wards off bad storms and hail, and that she apparently found a good place to “start planting and powering up her aura,” he went on to explain:

“Since Angels never die, but in the dismembered state, are rather like the Terminator Liquid Metal Man, who after being froze by liquid nitrogen at minus 276 degrees Fahrenheit, and broken into a million shards, then after thawing, mystically reassembled itself, and came back to ominous life. Angels are a bit different however, and need a little help from Homo Sapius. Once in that state again, they are very, very grateful to whomever and wherever they perch.”

Then he added, “or something like that.”

I couldn’t have expressed it more eloquently. We’re very, very grateful too, Dave.

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We have so much great stuff for you this week (and again…don’t worry about getting to the stand right at 10 a.m. — we have LOTS)! Here’s what we’ll be bringing to the farm stand on Wednesday:

LOADS of green beans! (delicious heirloom varieties); tomatoes galore — Early Girls, big slicing Bella Rosa, heirloom Cherokee Purple and Cherokee Green, Italian Bolseno, French Tomande; three varieties of cherry tomatoes (pink ‘grape’ tomatoes, red ‘grape’ tomatoes, and golden Sun Sugar); lots of summer squash – yellow squash, Zephyr, zucchini and pattypan; two varieties of Asian cucumbers; Red Lasoda potatoes; elephant garlic; bunches of basil; green bell peppers; Cubanelle frying peppers; jalapeno peppers; super sweet Yellow Granex onions, Red Burgundy onions; and whatever else we can harvest.

Jo Dwyer
Angel Valley Organic Farm