Although my days at the farm continue on in the spring
of 2013, this is the end of my farm journal. With the holidays drawing in; nearly all seeding, transplanting, harvesting, and weeding have come to
an end. The farm has a short season of rest. Cows still need milked, and chickens tended, but
work for interns is minimal and they are sent home. You might imagine
the farmer warming his bones by the fireside enjoying the year's work and looking forward to the bounty of the next.
Click here to go to the first "farm journal" post
Organic farming is hard work, you get very up close and personal with the land. Managing such a variety of crops takes planning and persistence. I set out each morning knowing that I would have a task to accomplish followed by another that would take concentration and manual powers. I would be outside in all sorts of weather, and at the end of the day I would be dead tired. Producing food takes lots of energy which we take for granted when it is exchanged for money instead of stewardship of the land. My hat is off to the Organic Farmer.
I returned to help raise a barn, and joined in on the work share crew. I simply could not resist taking home the farm fresh produce. Things were as they are on a farm, people came together and put their hands, seeds, and time into the soil. Plants and animals grew while the sun rose higher. Each day a new commitment to the life that we had created. We shared in the work, and we shared in the spoils. The cycle goes; the days grew cold and life slowed. It's coming back around again to test us and nourish our body and soul.
Click here to go to the first "farm journal" post
Organic farming is hard work, you get very up close and personal with the land. Managing such a variety of crops takes planning and persistence. I set out each morning knowing that I would have a task to accomplish followed by another that would take concentration and manual powers. I would be outside in all sorts of weather, and at the end of the day I would be dead tired. Producing food takes lots of energy which we take for granted when it is exchanged for money instead of stewardship of the land. My hat is off to the Organic Farmer.
I returned to help raise a barn, and joined in on the work share crew. I simply could not resist taking home the farm fresh produce. Things were as they are on a farm, people came together and put their hands, seeds, and time into the soil. Plants and animals grew while the sun rose higher. Each day a new commitment to the life that we had created. We shared in the work, and we shared in the spoils. The cycle goes; the days grew cold and life slowed. It's coming back around again to test us and nourish our body and soul.
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