3/19/2015

Uncertain Harvest ~ Ray Lovegrove

(C) K and R Lovrgrove

In the dictionary of any gardener, grower or farmer the words 'Spring' and 'hope' are almost synonymous. I'm one of the old school who don't think of Spring as starting at the equinox, nor at any date on the calender, but simply when the soil is warm enough to sow. That time is soon upon us, and for some folks who live further south and at lower altitudes than me, it may have come already. Some of you may think that we in the British Isles spend too much of our time talking about the weather, that may be true, but then we do have good reason, our weather is hard to predict! We don't have the deepest snow, or the hottest weeks, we miss out on hurricanes and tornadoes and most other examples of extreme weather; but we do sit with the vast Atlantic ocean to our west, the Arctic circles not too far to the north and our vast Eurasian land mass to the east; all of these possible influences make our weather fickle. Although most of our weather comes from the south-west, that can change overnight to the north-east. It might be springlike today, but tomorrow it could be back to winter, and the next day...who knows? The spouting seedlings can be taken by the frost or washed away by rain. Some years our plum trees give us such a harvest that we are working late preserving fruit for weeks, but one night of late frost, in early Spring, when the blossoms are out results in no plums, no greengages and (worst of all) no damsons that summer.


The poet Robert Frost had a wide experience of weather, born in sunny San Fransico he later moved to the chillier climes of New Hampshire, but it was in this land, where England and Wales meet, where he would have come upon the unpredictable 'stopping-and-starting' kinds of spring that I am used to. This poem tells all;

~Q~

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.

~Q~

Robert Frost 1915

That 'uncertain harvest' is a difficult thing, we don't think, as we sow our seed, of drought, of storms and pests and summers that don't quite work out as they should. As with so many things in life; starting a career, finding a partner, having children, buying a house ~ we live in the hope of what might be and don't give too much thought to that harvest which seems so very far away.


  • To find out more about simply enjoying the seasons click here.
  • To find out more about simple growing click here.
  • If you have no land to grow crops, but still want to produce your own food click here.
  • For some ideas on cooking what you grow click here.
  • And to provide some ideas for simple eating click here.


(C) Ray Lovegrove (aka 'Hay Quaker') 2015


3 comments:

  1. Beautiful writings, lovely Frost poetry. Thank you

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  2. Your photos are so real -- I could reach in and pick some of those lovely blueberries! -- barbara

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  3. Yes, we sow the seeds with great hope all life long. I like your analogy AND those touchable photos.
    Alexa-asimplelife from Australia

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