We were going to stop at a farm well know in British Columbia, Canada. The Zebroff family has had an organic farm in the Okanagan since the 1970s. Everyone knows the family and talks about their apricots and peaches. Their methods of organic farming are legendary. We couldn’t reach them so we decided to just stop by and offer to help out. After a few pretend conversations I finished my cup of coffee, and we started driving to the farm.
When we got to the farm, it seemed quiet and no one was around. We started walking. These orchards were unlike all the ones we’ve seen before. The trees were old and more wild. Branches intertwine, the apricots were the perfect kind of orange and the peaches looked so incredibly tasty. The chickens were everywhere roaming around under the trees.
When we got to the main building, a tall man was standing in the door. His face was covered with a long grey beard and he had wrinkles that moved along with everything he said. He had kind eyes and a deep voice. I looked at Spencer, here we go, pretend conversation practice for real now.
“It’s so busy today. I’m sorry we have visitors this afternoon and we still have many things to do and I just don’t have time today”.
We had a feeling this would happen. So I looked back at Spencer while petting the farm dog and we got ready to leave. Mrs. Zebroff came out of the house at that exact moment, she starts explaining the situation. In the end we stayed for a while once we started talking. They told us stories about organic farming in the Okanagan. The difficulties they had this year with their cherry harvest, philosophy of farming and how they’ve been doing it all these years.
Thank you so much for doing this, she said. We need young farmers more than ever. We’re getting old and it’s that fresh flow of energy that we need. It’s such an important story to tell especially now. Farmers are getting older and older and we need young people to help us grow good food. Thank you so much for stopping here and telling our story. Food and family are so important and farming brings those two things together.
It felt so good to hear that. She gave us a box full of apricots, golden plums and two jars of honey for the road. It was such a special visit. We started driving to Nelson, on to the next farm with our bellies full of apricots and old blue grass blasting in our ears.