The land does remember
Remnants of farmers of past scatter the ground of many cycles of production. I wonder to myself will my endeavors be profitable and worth it too? An old fallen tobacco barn hints at past farmers’ attempts to cultivate the land with such a tedious and particular crop. Mink cages, now rusted sit amongst the forest growing lichen on the wooden roofs. Cages showing past promises of a furring boom.
The soap business was not our first attempt at selling goods and magic from the land. Old harvest baskets and washing sinks sit idle from past veggie seasons. I continue and try to find the just right fit for our farm. A way for us to help maintain and further its own natural path. Making a mark, hopefully healing and not scarring, on the land. Wishing maybe someday to make it better for my niece or nephew.
Throughout this blog I hope to inspire and document my successes after many a year of observation, trial and error, and success. Each season offers new forgiveness of past mistakes. I am so humbled to learn from this most wondrous land. I feel very content and grateful for where our small business is heading and I hope to share what works with you.