I started attending farm school this fall semester. From the time I can remember, I’ve always had a special connection to the land. I rather camp than stay at a fancy hotel. And when I’m not camping, I like to hike and spend time in the mountains, as far away from the city as I possibly can. Even when I travela, I end up spending most of my time in the countryside of whatever country I am fortunate enough to visit.
When I look back, I can see clearly that my soul has always yearned to be closer to the land. And here I am, at 47, finally answering the call! It’s frightening. I don’t have any experience with farming, except the little I have learned this semester. I have tried growing things in my backyard, and by the grace of nature, somehow stuff grew. TBH, I had no idea what I was doing, but the yearning to touch the soil and have a relationship with her was the driving force.
Now, it’s time to begin to apply all the farming techniques I have learned in the little spaces of land I have. The journey and the real learning begins, now.
We spent the day adding compost to our front yard, which we picked up (6 truckloads) at a local nursery. The compost will help to begin to amend the soil, helping it to thrive with micro organisms, and it will also help to break down all the weeds and grass once we cover it with a silage tarp. More of that to come!
Alma de Colibrí 