Becki, I loved taking this journey with you! You've inherited such a rich history of place, and your son and grandson will carry on, as well. Your maps were very helpful, as was your story of the soil. When I farmed, I often told people I was a "dirt farmer," because I took good care of the soil first and foremost. Then it took care of the microbes, nutrients, water, insects, plants, animals, and humans. We had soil that would be so hard in the summer we used a concrete drill to help insert portable fencing. In the winter rains, the same soil turned into something close to quicksand that would pull off your muck boots. Thank you for sharing this.
So beautiful! Your ending made me think of something I'd never thought of before-- how my children or grandchildren might enjoy my documenting our place. I don't know why but, while I imagine & fear my parents or siblings reading my writing, I never think about the younger ones. I'll explore having them as an imaginary audience. I wonder if it will change how I frame things.
I loved reading this! So many rich stories held in your farm's soil!
Such a comprehensive post, so vast & lovely. Thank you, Becki.
I enjoy reading everything you write about the farm. It always felt like a special place when we visited!!
Becki, I loved taking this journey with you! You've inherited such a rich history of place, and your son and grandson will carry on, as well. Your maps were very helpful, as was your story of the soil. When I farmed, I often told people I was a "dirt farmer," because I took good care of the soil first and foremost. Then it took care of the microbes, nutrients, water, insects, plants, animals, and humans. We had soil that would be so hard in the summer we used a concrete drill to help insert portable fencing. In the winter rains, the same soil turned into something close to quicksand that would pull off your muck boots. Thank you for sharing this.
So beautiful! Your ending made me think of something I'd never thought of before-- how my children or grandchildren might enjoy my documenting our place. I don't know why but, while I imagine & fear my parents or siblings reading my writing, I never think about the younger ones. I'll explore having them as an imaginary audience. I wonder if it will change how I frame things.
So beautiful!
So beautiful!