In a few hours many of you will be at the memorial service for Kemon Tashioglu who lived with Rhoda across the Mount Misery Fields. I won't be able to come. I wanted to send my thanks to Kemon wherever he is for these beautiful fields that I am lucky enough to farm, to walk around, to watch birds and bugs and all kinds of wildlife grow, to see the horses and the runners and the walkers and the dogs and the enjoyers all pass by under this stunning blue sky... Many people thank us (we who are lucky enough to live just here) as they pass.. however in truth it is not us that are to be thanked but the visionaries here in Lincoln who worked to keep open fields and spaces as we know them in Lincoln accessible and full of beauty. Thank you Kemon. You were one of those visionaries that made Lincoln as lovely as it is.
My last memory of Kemon and his flashing impish smile was seated under the two sided beech tree in the middle of the Mount Misery Fields...it was part of the tree tour of LIncoln. He was in love with the tree and life, I think. In the greenworld, whether it is fruit, vegetable, flower, grass, there is a long long line of life that continues in different forms, the shape of the tomatoes decay as we watch, the seed folds in and up around the message to another time, and then the plant returns from the seed in another season. This is the connection that comes down to us and through us, those who pass into another form, as we all do. And so too Kemon. May what we do here on these fields be a small continuous celebration of his life. Moira Lindentree Farm
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