
Alaska Seed Season
Wow- another year of growing seed in the Great-land. I will say that this year was unique and very challenging for me. This post may be upsetting to some as I will discuss grief and some tragic events that took place this year.
Alaska Seed Season
My bonus Mom (Step Mom) passed in Feb. In December of 2024, she had had a heart valve replacement. This was something she has done about 10 years prior and would have to have another one in about 10 years. Advances have been made since the last surgery and they can now replace the valve through the groin. Unfortunately, her surgical team convinced her to have open heart surgery (she was so afraid of this as she knew how hard it was to heal from the last one) so they could widen the space to prepare for her surgery when she was 76 (she passed at 66).
The surgery actually went relatively well and overall she felt better than her initial. Unfortunately that would last. Within a week, she felt her chest heavy, tired and instantly had a cough. This persisted for 45 days until her death. She saw 10 different medical professionals over 15 appointments. 3 days before she died she went to her cardiologist who did an Xray. They said she had pneumonia. She walked into the emergency room but sadly died 3 days later.
The valve, her heart and lungs were covered in aspergillus fungus- it had spread from the valve into the heart and finally into the lungs. The constant coughing was a sign and the once test the could have saved her life was schedule for the morning of her death.
I will spare further details but this has been devasting for my Dad and my family. My Dad is nearly lost in life now and is frozen in grief. My heart just aches.
In August, I played in the Alaska State Amateur Golf Tournament. It was the first tournament I had played in… I was a bucket of nerves. The second day of a three day tournament I received a call that my friend Riki had passed tragically. Riki worked full time as a meat processing manager but helped her brother combine on the weekends (her brother has about 6,000 acres). On that Saturday morning, Riki’s combine caught an underground wire. When she stepped down from the cab to solve the issue, she was electrocuted. To make the situation even more heart breaking, her 22 year old sons best friend has just joined the volunteer fire department. Riki was like a second mother to him. His first call was Riki’s death.
Sometimes I feel like I am being swallowed by sadness and I can’t escape the pain. This season I didn’t really have it in me… farming by hand is tiring and I am no Spring chicken. Not even the annual failures phased me. It was as if I was walking through the growing spaces detached from the normal emotional connection I have with the plants and soil. I was so consumed with helping my Dad and trying to find answers as to why these beautiful women lost their lives so shockingly, that I became a robot going through the motions.
As for our seed harvest- I focused mostly on increasing our stock in spinach, mizuna, lettuce, wildflowers and calendula. We do have some great new tomatoes, a beautiful new heirloom poppy, and of course quinoa seed.
I can say that I did not try my best this year. I never realized my heart could ache so deeply.
This tiny little seed farm still brings me joy albeit less than previous seasons. We have some changes coming for next year- for the seed that does not sell well, we will no longer be offering it. It saddens me because some of them are my favorites but seed saving is a lot of work and I will have to focus on seeds that produce income. As many of you are aware, my husband has an off farm full time job and helps me at night and on the weekends.
Thank you again for your support. It means a lot to me.
Jennifer



