Of Origins and Aspirations
In 2009 a friend read to us a passage from a work by Wendell Berry.
We were intrigued by its quiet beauty and began to soak up book after book. During that time and as a result of research initiated by our concern for our food allergic children, we began to remember the importance of growing our own food, caring for our soil, supporting our community and producing for ourselves and others.
I say remember because in each of us there has always been a desire to farm. Our circumstances were not ideal for self-supportive farming, but we made a start. Our small garden plot flourished, our bunnies multiplied and our hens laid beautiful eggs.
Even though we lived at the edge of a wooded area on a dead end street, we were given a citation for these activities.
It came too late. We had tasted the pastoral life and found it too promising to give up our efforts.
In 2011 we left the house we built in suburban New Jersey and pitched our tent behind a neglected 1860’s farmhouse, making another start on 97 acres of a long unused dairy farm.
Of the two years that have followed, we could tell many humorous stories.
We are growing down into this good land full of promise. Our children are growing up into healthy, hardy and productive persons.
We join Hannah Coulter in saying, “This is our story. This is our giving of thanks.”