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Maybe the End is in Sight?

August 23, 2026 gregoryjoel

It’s another graceful morning out on the porch – a reminder of God’s creation and the grace by which I get to live and enjoy another day. I must admit though I traded the glorious morning for air conditioning and my desk after about thirty minutes and one cup of coffee. It is August in North Texas, and I’ve been blessed with a day of rest from the long, hot days at the farm. The triple-digit temperatures just go on and on with no relief in sight until at least until the middle of September. This year has the dubious distinction of having hottest average temperature from January through today on record, but hey, climate change is a hoax, right? I’ pretty sure that those who deny the changing climate have jobs in the air conditioning…

I even got to sleep until 7:30 this morning. Margaret and I were up beyond our normal bedtime last night. We shared a meal with our son, his wife, her mother, and some friends of their family. They’re part of the Iranian diaspora here in Fort Worth and the conversation wove in and out of English and Farsi all evening. Even though I didn’t understand the language, I fully understood the laughter and love surrounding the dinner table – and what a dinner it was. Plates were overflowing with various Persian foods I’d never tried before and watching everyone enjoy the feast was something I haven’t got to experience in a long time.

There’s something special that takes place when people break bread together. New friends instantly become old friends. Language and cultural differences no longer matter. Warm-hearted fellowship eliminates all misunderstanding, and each one is drawn closer to the other. I think that’s why I love farming so much. Food brings everyone together, walls are lowered, and the language of the heart eliminates misunderstanding. In a time of deep division and extremism maybe we should all just sit down at the dinner table together. It can’t hurt right? I wish it were that simple…

Opal’s Farm is closed to the public through the Labor Day holiday, but Opal’s Farm Stand will still be open every Saturday morning from 9 AM-Noon. Our produce selection is a little limited due to the heat, but we still have fresh, locally grown produce available from both Opal’s and Tabor Farms. Come see us at the corner of Rosedale and Evans (one light east of I-35) and check out all our vendors.

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The Beat Goes On…

July 26, 2026 gregoryjoel

The real dog days of summer have arrived in North Texas. Heat warnings and triple digit temperatures are expected for the next ten days. The tomatoes have gone dormant until Fall, the other crops are growing ever so slowly, and everything struggles (including me) to survive the baking sun. Fortunately, peppers and okra love summertime in Texas so we should have plenty soon!

Please take it easy this week if you work in this heat. Hydration, both water and plenty of electrolytes, and shade breaks are absolute necessities. Heat illnesses can sneak up on you and hit suddenly – I learned a lesson last week during a farm tour! – and heat injuries are serious.

We’ll be closing the farm for the month of August. We won’t have as many varieties of produce at Opal’s Farm Stand. I’m delaying some planting as I’ll be in at Texas State University in San Marcos next weekend for the Southern Family Farms and Food Systems Conference. Then I’ll be back home on Tuesday, but Margaret and I will be leaving on vacation Wednesday. We could have chosen a better time to go with rising gas prices (as well as for everything else!) but it’s the first real vacation we’ve had since the farm started in 2019. A huge shout-out goes to Amir for irrigating while I’m gone and to our friends at the TRWD police and the Fort Worth police for additional patrols at the farm.

We’re going to Cedar Rapids, Iowa to see my stepson. To be honest, Iowa was never on my bucket list as I’ve always assumed that Iowa was just a lot of cornfields. Stereotyping anything is poor practice. You’ll miss out on the real beauty of a place. I’ve flown over Iowa many times, but I’ve never been there so this will be a new experience for me. It’s also going to be a bit challenging – it’s the first time we’ve ever been away from our pups for a whole week. I pray that their (and our) abandonment issues are minimal. Many thanks go out to our friend who’s housesitting in our absence.

Aside from the brutal August heat. I won’t be at Cowtown Farmers Market until the end of August. I always miss Cowtown when I can’t be there. I’ve had the privilege of gaining so many new relationships with our “regulars”. There’s one couple I want to acknowledge in a special way. Larry and Virginia (I don’t have permission to use their last name) have been incredible friends of Opal’s Farm. I didn’t see them this summer and just found out that they weren’t going to be able to come to Cowtown due to some health issues. I want you to know that you’ve been our my prayers. I’ll be sending some farm-fresh tomatoes when they come back in season. I miss you guys and love you so much. Thank for everything you do.

I hope to see you all in September. We love all you folks that volunteer and support Opal’s Farm. You have become part of the Opal’s family!

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The Heat’s On

July 19, 2026 gregoryjoel

I’m sitting here enjoying my morning coffee and typing this extremely slowly so please bear with me. Thank goodness for spell check and autocorrect! I’ve been plagued with numbness in my hands for the last year or so due to a cubital tunnel issue. I’ve spent many days walking around shaking my hand to get some feeling back in it to continue working – and no, I don’t have a nervous tick. I went on Friday morning for surgery to decompress the nerves and I’m pleased to report that my hand hasn’t been numb for the last couple of days! You have no idea how wonderful it is to sleep through the night without waking up with a throbbing hand. I’m having to wear a sling for a couple of days to aid the healing, hence the one-handed typing.

My doctor said the recovery is short, but I needed to stay home over the weekend to let things settle down and avoid tears or post-op infection. Therefore, I was unable to do the Cowtown Farmers Market and Opal’s Farm Stand yesterday. I’m so sorry I missed you all. I can say that I’ve truly enjoyed the air conditioning and spending time with my beautiful wife this weekend! Now if I can just convince the puppies not to nose my arm while I sit here.

The heat is finally coming on strong this week so veggie production will slow down as we finish out the summer. The tomato production is rapidly declining so please get your summer tomatoes as we might not have many until Fall. We’re finishing out our pumpkin patch for the Fall, and several new beds are coming in so we hope to keep having our produce available through the summer doldrums.

We may not be at Cowtown Farmers Market every week. If we don’t have enough for both markets, we will be sending everything to the farm stand at Rosedale and Evans. We’re also changing our summer hours to keep everyone safe in this Texas heat. Beginning next week, Saturday, June 25^th, we’ll be open from 9:00 AM until Noon. A big shout out to Jay and Vicki for manning the farm stand this summer. We have been so blessed by their help and support. Please let Jay know if you’d like to volunteer, either at the farm stand or Opal’s Farm. Feel free to contact me to get you set up on the volunteer’s text thread.

Finally, a huge shout out goes to Amir for irrigating for me yesterday. This weekend was not a good time to go without water for three days (I get to go back for light work on Monday!) Opal’s Farm is so blessed with all our volunteers and friends. Please stop by and see us soon. We love and appreciate our little community.

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Ahh, February

February 1, 2026 gregoryjoel

It’s finally February. It usually isn’t my favorite month because, though it’s the shortest month, it usually feels like the longest. That’s not the case this year. January seemed like it would never end – the constant barrage of bad news wore me down. It started with military intervention in Venezuela, the alienation of our allies and friends (we’re not all crazy Greenland), and ended with two murders of US citizens by our own government. Come on, February. Maybe being the shortest month means less assaults on our collective souls. One can only hope…

Photo by Steve Wrzeszczynski on Unsplash

Tomorrow, the second of February, is Groundhog Day. Personally, I always get confused as to why a small, adorable rodent has so much power of weather forecasting based on whether he sees his shadow or not. I do, however, find the movie “Groundhog Day” one of my favorite films of all time. The idea that one gets “do-overs” until they get it right sums up what grace has come to mean in my life. I don’t get to go back and change the past, but I do have the opportunity every day to create a better me. That’s all because of grace.

I’d always heard that term “grace” growing up, but in a fundamentalist Christian home it tended to be more an abstract spiritual ideal rather than a physical reality. One could always “fall from grace”. God was kind of fickle, judgmental, and got pissed off easy, you know, and I was spiritually clumsy, falling a lot! After a while, I’d fallen so many times that I just decided to stay down and wallowed there for many years.

I won’t bore you with the details, but to suffice it to say that I found myself in rehabs and twelve-step programs many times over the years. It wasn’t until one day in December 2005 that I finally said, “God help me” and really meant it. I simply gave it all to him. I surrendered and really didn’t care what he did with me. Even death was preferable to the existence I was living.

To make a long story short…

That was my “Groundhog Day”. I didn’t get “do-overs”, but I did get to go back to those I had harmed and make amends – make things right to the best of my ability and live differently. In fact, every day since then has been Groundhog Day. I wake up each morning with the opportunity to make the future better for me and my community. It’s all because of grace – grace that’s real, not an abstract theological term. I guess in that sense it is a “do over” because I start each day with a clean slate. I can let go of a past full of doubt and live securely in the day I’ve been given.

I’m not perfect by any means. I try to walk in faith, loving God, and “loving my neighbor as myself. Thank God for grace and another Groundhog Day…

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside

January 25, 2026 gregoryjoel

It’s January in Texas. I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt two days ago. Today I’m sitting here at the desk watching snow falling with wind chills in the teens. It looks like it may stick around for the next couple of days so I’m taking advantage of the weather to enjoy the comfort of my office and get caught up on stuff at home.

I covered everything at Opal’s Farm with frost cloth and mulch in preparation for this weekend. It rained all day Friday which is was needed for the crops during this cold snap. Still, the weather folks are saying we’ll have eighty-six hours of below freezing temperatures. Now I wait. It’s always unnerving to wait for hard freezes like this to end. I join all area farmers in saying lots of prayers and hoping I don’t lose everything. Such is the nature of farming, whether urban or rural.

One cannot be a control freak and be comfortable farming. Some things are simply beyond my control – it’s too hot or too cold, too wet or too dry – I can’t control the weather. In fact, I came to the farm one day last week and my pump wouldn’t work. After checking all the possible (and solvable) mechanical problems, I walked down to the river to find that it had dropped several feet almost overnight. My pump was three feet out of the water. I have no idea how that happened. That’s a new one for me. At least it’s usually new problems to deal with. That’s one of the joys (or curses) of farming. No two days are alike. You won’t get bored!

Farming has taught me the real value of the Serenity Prayer, “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” Acceptance comes easier these days. There are some things I can’t do anything about. They simply are what they are. Acceptance surrenders the results and trusts the process before me. My friend Jim always told me to chop wood and let the chips fall where they may.

There are things I can do to mitigate some of damages caused by the things beyond my control, but quite honestly, some days can be rough: drought, pest pressure, equipment problems, funding issues – they can feel overwhelming. It takes courage to face things head on despite the uncertainties of the desired outcome. Courage is also about patience and perseverance. Sometimes it’s as simple as showing up for one more hour, or one more day despite fear, frustrations, and feeling defeated. I’ve was always told that ninety-five percent of life is just showing up. Sometimes it takes great courage to just do simple things…

“Wisdom to know the difference.” I can’t (and won’t) lay claim to being wise, but I am better at seeing what’s important, what I can change. I still run into walls, just not as often. Choices have become a tad easier to make with some success – not just at the farm but at home and in the community. Progress, not perfection I’ve always been told. Letting go of perfection and desired outcomes has freed me of the shackles of always having to be right. It’s allowed me to use the most freeing words in the English language – “I don’t know”. When I don’t have the answers, I have community, with you all and with my Creator.

If I’m really honest, it’s hard to be inside for two or three days straight. I miss being at the farm. I wonder how we’ve survived yesterday knowing that the worst of the cold is yet to come, but I’m grateful for the rest and the time with my wife. I pray that you all are doing well – the power’s still om, the home fires burn brightly, and you don’t have to get out on the roads. Enjoy the break. I will too…