"All America Lies at the end of the wilderness road, and our past is not a dead past, but still lives in us. Our forefathers had civilization inside themselves, the wild outside. We live in the civilization they created, but within us the wilderness still lingers. What they dreamed, we live, and what they lived, we dream."
- T.K. Whipple Samantha, our Farm manager, said something that struck me: that perhaps volunteers end up on the farm because they are escaping something;
There was a time that political happenings were really important to me. I dreamed of law school and Washington… for about 3 weeks. The appeal faded quickly once I recognized the state and the nature of politics. I decided, instead, to sort of evade the political system and foster positive change through a movement that’s as grassroots as it gets- growing food. Remember that distorted illusion of farming we talked about? My oblivious dance was interrupted by the realization t
My Sunday was solemn this week, as we discovered a predator had mauled one of our hens. She was dead in the middle of the run with only minimal evidence of the attacker. In this case, the perpetrator was probably a hawk. A young hawk flew into our window recently while trying to swoop into the chicken run. They’re using the lift of the mountain air to travel south for the winter, and the chickens are easy targets along the way. Unfortunately, chickens are fast food for a lot