As usual. As always.
I grew up in west Buncombe on what was once a pretty little farmstead, with a lovely orchard, a root cellar, a springhead. My parents were not active stewards, shall we say, and the whole place was run-down by the time I was old enough to remember it.
We had a parade of interesting animals over the years–a cow, a donkey, ponies, a horse, chickens, a myna bird, parakeets, white mice, guinea pigs, canaries and the usual dogs and cats. One summer, we had three mama cats with their 14 kittens.
Yes, not careful of things, my parents.
But we grew a garden every year and played at self-sufficiency. And ever after I’ve felt myself to be a country person. Most of you know I garden and have kept bees and all that homesteady jazz.
I’m off the road for a couple of months–doing retreats and classes here at home and renovating a house. So I signed up for a class from Organic Growers School. It is called Farm Dreams and it was all day today.
We learned about the ins and outs of beginning farming and the participants were from some far-flung parts of NC. The netw0rking part was really good and the process was good, too. A solid way to think about it and to plan for it.
We did sketches of our farms and listened to local farmers who talked about their lives and their own dreams.
I’m still processing all the info and dreaming some farm dreams of my own.