sowing the farm

Everyone needs a big brother.   My younger brother and I think we have got one of the best.    There is so much about starting this farm that involves the support of family both near and far from the farm.   For me, most of my family is pretty far away.    I miss them and I know I miss the mark they would make on the start of this project if they were here, but the fact that they aren’t means that they provide an important counterpoint for me in the balance of ideas and suggestions of how to move forward with what at times seems an overwhelming endeavor.

This evening I had the chance to talk to my big brother on the phone.   There is so much happening right now at the farm.  It isn’t a discouraging feeling, but it is a big feeling.  Here, at the start of this farm project and with so many visions for the future, at moments it can feel hard to know how or in what direction to proceed.  For instance as I pause in my grading to write this blog post I am thinking about:

  • our 27 growing chicks (where they will go how we will move them and where they will eventually live),
  • the mama Alder Rose and her two daughter goats who are arriving at the farm shortly after Easter and for whom we are yet to build a goat pen,
  • the greenhouse which is sitting in almost, but not quite done splendor,
  • the little starts – who are desperately waiting for a home to land,
  • the fence we have to choose, purchase and install…and those are the small things  – the big ones? – well I won’t go there this evening! 🙂

Tonight my brother told me a story of my father and our 1950’s era tractor that I had never heard before.  It made me laugh to think of my father (who I generally think of as cautious, wise, and capable of all but the most difficult miracles) learning, or put in another light, making mistakes….   The story reminded me that learning, no matter where it takes place, is a humbling activity.  I delight at the developing stories of our farm enterprise and the work of living with the land.   It is filling me with great joy even as I am humbled by the daily learning involved in the sowing of a farm.

My brother shared this poem with me:

You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.
-Robert Frost

Sarah has had a similar problem when calling me into dinner.   Only Annie has yet to discover the unending miracle of seed.

 

 

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About Beth

SkyRoot Farm is located on the property of the SkyRoot community. The farm is run by farm partners Elizabeth Wheat, Arwen Norman and Anna Petersons. Care for the soil is at the heart of our sustainable farming practice. We believe that rather than 1 farmer for every 50 people we need 1 farmer for every 10 people. Summed up our philosophy on farming is: lots of farmers, working small farms, educating consumers, sustaining rural communities and consistently fine tuning integrated, sustainable food production.