Greetings friends near and far,
I write to let you know that today begins my transition away from Good Life Farm - Kite & String Cider - Finger Lakes Cider House. There are many details to wrap up, but today marks the moment.
Regenerative agriculture is a powerful tool for clean air, clean water and right livelihood. With that in mind I’ve sunk my roots into the farm for the past 11 years. My blood, sweat, tears, and all my ideals are part of the soil of this place. Leaving has not come easily but for myself and for the trifecta of these businesses, it is time I seek other opportunities to explore and contribute.
The farm and cidery and Cider House continue to be what they are- places for gathering and testing the realities of farming ideals. I look forward to what evolves next at this special home on Hickok Road. Your love for the Cider House and Good Life Farm are also and always appreciated, and I invite you to continue to visit and partake.
The Cider House and farm still accessible via website (fingerlakesciderhouse.com), Facebook (FingerLakesCiderHouse) and Instagram (@flciderhouse). If you’re interested in staying in touch with me specifically, I will continue on Instagram - I’ve renamed the @kiteandstringcider Instagram account to @fromcidertohere.
Be well, and thank you for helping make the most of these eleven years spent here,
PS… I thought I’d share some beauty that came my way as I was preparing for this transition.
And I Was Alive Osip Mendelstam
And I was alive in a blizzard of blossoming pear,
Myself I stood in the storm of the bird-cherry tree.
It was all leaflife and starshower, unerring,
And it was all aimed at me.
What is this dire delight flowering fleeing always earth?
What is being? What is truth?
Blossoms rupture and rapture the air,
All hover and hammer,
Time intensified and time intolerable, sweetness raveling rot.
It is now. It is not.