Earth & Sky Farm Weekend

Notes from the past weekend spent on an immaculate tree farm in Oregon City called Earth & Sky Farm, as a vendor in their open pole barn, selling my paper goods:

*Earth & Sky Farm is family owned, operating on four and a half acres, growing and selling pesticide-free Noble and Grand Fir trees for customers to choose and cut themselves.*

*Every acre of Christmas trees provides enough oxygen for the daily needs of 18 people. Trees are a renewable resource, and while they are growing they provide habitat and soil stability.*

*Morning light on the farm felt fresh and clean, especially after the low fog lifted and let the blue skies through.*

*Trees also provide nourishment to the soil after they have been harvested. Walking through the tree stands, one can see the cycle of new growth in the form of seedlings, maturity in the fully formed trees, and the return to the earth of small tree stumps that now host mushrooms and various fungi, and whose roots still hold the soil in place.*

*Earth & Sky Farm is diversifying its acreage, so that soon they will harvest hops for local brewers, apples for cider, and lavender.*

*I hand-stamped a batch of new gift wrap paper. I'm not sure if this batch will ever make it to my Etsy shop, but some variation on it will surely soon.*

*Jana, co-owner of Earth & Sky Farm and beautiful, talented farm lady, makes one hell of a wreath, as well as holding together farm sales and child wrangling, and makes it all look easy.*  

*My fellow vendor, Lauren of The Object Studio, makes beautiful jewelry out of found natural material - branches, small seeds, and cones. We arranged a trade and I'm the happy owner of two darling pairs of her earrings now.*

*This year we had the most perfect weather anyone could ask for in a Pacific Northwest December - mostly blue skies, not a drop of rain, and temperatures just chilly enough that the wood fire felt welcome.*

*Sunset. Sparkling gold through the trees, no trimming necessary.*

*The Machinist and I have yet to decorate the little Noble Fir we brought home from the farm.*

But we will.