Every week, for three hours, I get a reminder of how much I love manual labor– how tearing nails out of old chicken feeders in below zero weather gives me more satisfaction than putsing away at the library, even if I do lose circulation in my fingers. And how much I am interested in farming, farming like it was done before monopolies and monocultures. Farming that was supported and sustained by its community. Farming that’s services were appreciated in the same way we appreciate the doctor, the banker, the baker, and the store clerk. Farming is the start-point for a nourished self and a nourished community. Before money, medicine, and merriment comes maize, milk, and manzanas.
So here is to my past experience farming http://carletonstudentfarm.tumblr.com/
and to more where that came from.