Answering the call to become a farmer at the not so tender year of 52 last July was nearly a spontaneous leap of faith. Those who choose to follow me on my sojourn through my first year of starting an organic permaculture farm shall bear witness to my trials, tribulations, and revelations (and may learn a few growing tips along the way). Frozen Beginning:

Although this winter has been unusually warm ( or perhaps a harbinger of the new normal with Global Warming) the ground has finally frozen. I am able to walk my back field for the first time that was too wet and dense with foliage to easily traverse before. Although the soil and ice below my feet feels as hard as steel, I sense not death but slumbering potential waiting for the sun to come back closer to the earth. New worlds and new possibilities for the farm arise before my eyes and my imagination.