Why Wrong Direction Farm?
Maybe we were crazy to leave suburban New Jersey for upstate New York, but we had a vision of what life could be here, and we wanted to get busy living it. That life, described so compellingly by Wendell Berry, is a life lived in cooperation with each other, the land, and our community. It was Berry who lit the fire of possibility within us, and we wanted the name of our farm to be a nod in his direction. We also wanted to admit that we spend a lot of our time backtracking and redoing. We liked the suggestion of contrariness. We found it in Wendell Berry’s Poem Mad-Farmer Liberation Front. The last few lines of which follow:
Be like the fox
Who makes more tracks than necessary,
Some in the wrong direction.