The Why

The Why

I'm thinking about questions.  How I think of them, how I ask them, how I answer them for others, how I receive answers from others.  After eating my lunch, I strolled around the orchard for a few minutes instead of diving straight back into work.  Yesterday, driving the tractor slowly back and forth across the edge of the first field, I had noticed that the large plum trees hovering over me were nearly bare of fruit.  It stuck in my memory.  I was refreshed from eating and lying down a minute, my mind was at ease with my goals for the rest of the day, and I gave myself time to investigate. 

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All the questions

All the questions

Then there are the questions that I know the answers to, but they're in fuzzy areas that are hard to describe.  How full should these three-inch pots be?  How much yellow can a spinach leaf have on it and still be okay to send to the food bank?  How deep should we plant these onion sets?  The answers to these types of questions are, after two years on this farm and many more in farming, clear and obvious to my hands and sight.  They take a certain feel, a Goldie Locks-style homing in to the perfect medium, and a quick confidence to judge what's within the limits.  It's been a struggle for me to answer questions like this, but I'm getting better. 

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February 1

February 1

This is, in my wildest imaginations, the first of a daily reflection on my experiences at the FOOD for Lane County Youth Farm, set squarely in the midst of a painstakingly gradual and messy rebuilding of a food system that sustains us all.  The process is gradual and messy enough to have me believe that whatever I write will have no impact on the longterm path of our unprecedented global trajectory.  Because what I do every day on the farm seems to somehow chink and chip away at it-- seems to create a shift, subtle though it may be, in my self and those around me and the material world in which we engage-- I can't help but believe that sharing it with a wider audience might strengthen and quicken that shift.  Where the change comes from I hope to articulate throughout this season.  Where it is bringing us, I have no idea. May it be beautiful.

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