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By Harry Carr
At issue with deciding what foods to eat for our best health is the
concept of nutrient density. One of the banes of modern times is lifeless,
nutrient weak food. Living in a humid climate where soil quality has
gradually deteriorated thru leaching and erosion, valuable minerals that
we need for optimum health, are washed into the ocean. It’s a farmer’s
responsibility to his customers to build the health and nutrient density
of his soil and therefore the food grown on his land. At Mint Creek Farm
we start this process by returning the land to perennial crops thereby
building our organic matter and limiting erosion. Through intensive
rotational mob grazing the animal manures are recycled into the soil
with the plant litter that they trample in the process. Eighty percent of
the plant matter consumed by the animal is returned as waste products
excreted in a very biologically active form. This helps feed the huge
variety of soil microorganisms, which through there own growth and
decay increase the soil organic matter exponentially. The soil organic
matter is the vector, which holds the huge variety of nutrients made
biologically available to the plants. When our grazing animals consume
these plants, the process is repeated in synergistic co-development.
Since this process is mostly self-contained, leaks are minimized and
growth of the whole farm organism is the result. This is how our tall
grass prairies developed topsoil’s five feet thick.
In reviewing our local farm’s biome nutrient leaks, we have
leaks in what we harvest, i.e. animal protein and nutrients they have
accumulated, and leaks thru respiration of the plants. An assumed
minor amount of water and wind erosion that has not been visible must
also be taking place.
On the input side, we have the solar gain thru
photosynthesis and hydration through rain and condensate dew. There
is a natural mineralization that comes from the air in this hydration
process. Not to be underestimated as the soil sulfur requirements in the
Midwest were met from coal-fired power plants until recent scrubber
technology reduced the air pollutants coming from them. With the
exception of our goats (who usually get oats) our ruminants are all
grass fed, any purchased feed fed to our other non-ruminant animals
are inputs into the system as well as well water consumed. Of note are
the feed products that originated from the ocean. The ocean is the place
that all the leachates deposit, so it’s a logical place to capture those trace
minerals and return them. Two key feeds from the ocean we use are sea
kelp and ground fishmeal. All our animals get kelp supplemented to
them ad libitum. We have been doing this for the last 18 years. As our
farm flock grew, the consumption of kelp, http://noamkelp.com/
slfeed.html increased to close to a ton a month. The economic pressure
became too great and we started mixing the kelp with a volcanic sea bed
salt. This helped balance the rumen and provided some additional trace
mineral profiles while reducing the cost by about half. http://
As our farm grew we added more types of livestock that required
mixed feed while on pasture. Our pigs, turkeys, ducks, and chickens do
much better if supplemented with a mixed grain while on pasture. In
the winter they rely mostly on the mixed feed. We purchase organically
raised corn, oats, wheat, and barley that we grind and mix with kelp
and fishmeal. In the summer the pigs do an amazing job of rooting
up pasture plants. Lets just be honest and call it destruction. The pigs
destroy the pasture. They do this because it’s natural for them to eat
roots and subterranean insects. Now we could avoid this through
inserting a nose ring into their nose but have chosen not to do this,
using them instead on areas that we intend to replant. Because of this
the pig population needs to be strictly controlled to avoid too much
pasture destruction. Ringing them would prevent them from expressing
their piggy-ness and not be humane in our eyes. Pigs will be Pigs.
Turkeys, chickens and ducks all do well on pasture and if moved
frequently enough do not damage it but increase the fertility greatly.
Nitrogen, phosphorus, and calcium are all greatly increased by poultry.
We desire to sprout our grain, as this yields not only an increase in
quantity but also greatly increases vitamin and enzymes availability.
Nutrient density varies with species, the older the critter, the
more nutrient dense the meat. Accompanying this density of nutrients
is flavor and potential toughness, toxins, and gamey-ness. Sorry, have
to be honest here; all us old fogeys become tough, and toxic. Not to
worry though, just keep regular with lots of fiber! I remember reading
that in France old dairy cows are prized for their flavor and often the
most expensive meat available. The French know how to slow cook to
enhance flavor and reduce toughness. The dry aging of older animals
on the rail is one way to tenderize the meat. Similarly wet aging in a
Cyro-vac sealed package can tenderize as well. All aging is a form of
decomposition however, which leads to loss of freshness and substance.
I remember a James hotel video showing a Himalayan aging room where
a beef rib eye was aged for two years. It had withered away to nothing.
While it can be said that if it can’t go bad, it isn’t any good, we do not
want it to go bad!
The least nutrient dense meat we would offer then would be our
poultry as it’s the youngest. A spring lamb, which are about four to five
months old is going to be far less nutrient dense than a older lamb or
Organ meats will have more concentrated nutritional value especially
for reinforcing the nutrient requirements of the similar organ in your
body, as like feeds like. http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/
Questions? Email farmer Harry Carr at firstname.lastname@example.org.
THE HERO’S JOURNEY, LIVING LIFE IN THE FACE OF DEATH
By Harry Carr
We are all on a hero’s journey. We may not be aware of this but it’s time to wake up to it. Along the way we often get lost. We descend into darkness and obscurity. All seems to be lost and then out of the ashes we emerge with a vision, an inspiration, and a desire.
Along the way we encounter obstacles to our attainment of what we desire, fear of failure being a catch all among them. In our finite thinking the ultimate failure is death. Behind everything it lurks. In our youth we gracefully ignore it, but as we age its ever-present reality becomes a constant backdrop. Soon unconsciously we are living to die, saving for retirement, as death is the ultimate retirement. So how should we live life in the face of death?
In studying “The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire” by Edward Gibbon, I recently came across a deathbed speech by the emperor Julian in which that question is well answered. Julian was just mortally wounded in battle. This was a man that spent his spare time studying philosophy and was blessed with a rare eloquence for the age. His speech is quoted below.
So here we are at this holiday time. While the demands on our time should be less, they are often more. Our routines are disrupted and one can often become a Scrooge (how do I know this?). Let us take time to stop the world, and practice not doing. Let us use the end of the year, the death of 2013, to conceive of rebirth in 2014, which is the year to fulfill our dreams!
ROMAN EMPEROR JULIAN’S DEATHBED SPEECH
“Friends and fellow soldiers, the seasonable period of my departure is
now arrived, and I discharge, with the cheerfulness of a ready debtor, the demands
of nature. I have learned from philosophy how much the soul is more excellent than
the body; and that the separation of the nobler substance should be the subject of
joy, rather than of affliction. I have learned from religion that an early death has
often been the reward of piety; and I accept, as a favor of the gods, the mortal stroke
that secures me from the danger of disgracing a character, which has hitherto been
supported by virtue and fortitude. I die without remorse as I have lived without
guilt. I am pleased to reflect on the innocence of my private life; and I can affirm
with confidence that the supreme authority, that emanation of the divine power, has
been preserved in my hands pure and immaculate. Detesting the corrupt and
destructive maxims of despotism, I have considered the happiness of the people as
the end of government. Submitting my actions to the laws of prudence, of justice,
and of moderation, I have trusted the event to the care of Providence. Peace was the
object of my counsels, as long as peace was consistent with the public welfare; but
when the imperious voice of my country summoned me to arms, I exposed my
person to the dangers of war, with the clear foreknowledge (which I had acquired
from the art of divination) that I was destined to fall by the sword. I now offer my
tribute of gratitude to the eternal being, which has not suffered me to perish by the
cruelty of a tyrant, by the secret dagger of conspiracy, or by the slow tortures of
lingering disease. He has given me, in the midst of an honorable career, a splendid
and glorious departure from this world; and I hold it equally absurd, equally base, to
solicit, or to decline, the stroke of fate. Thus, much I have attempted to say; but my
strength fails me, and I feel the approach of death. I shall cautiously refrain from any
word that may tend to influence your suffrages in the election of an emperor. My
choice might be imprudent or injudicious; and if it should not be ratified by the
consent of the army, it might be fatal to the person whom I should recommend. I
shall only, as a good citizen, express my hopes that the Romans may be blessed with
the government of a virtuous sovereign.”
The definition of farmer is often thought as one who works the land in the growing of food. Usually this has no qualitative assessment to it. Typically yield is the valuation metric, more extraction from the land in economic value being the goal and gauge.
Most of us being downstream in our organized civilization, have to deal with difficulties beyond our control. Farmers have the advantage of being a headwaters profession. Having the soil, sun, rain, critters and climate to work with, the rest is left for us to determine. Creativity can run wild but ironically, farming is one of the most conservative of professions. Why? Is it social pressure or the desire to not stand out from our peers, or maybe its government subsidies encouraging us all to do the same thing?
The time has come to expect a little more in the farmer department. Farming by its very nature needs to be a source rather than a sink. The energy return on investment, if negative, does not say much for one’s farming ability. Yet much of our industrial farming has a negative energy return on investment when you figure in the environmental costs of the use of fossil fuels, chemical fertilizers, herbicides, pesticides, and fungicides.
A new farmer ethos would assess the products of husbandry not just on quantity but also on quality of environmental effects of land use and nutritional value of food produced. By fostering biodiversity, use of native plants and animals, rainwater harvesting, and incorporating composted wastes of plants and animals into the soil, a nutritionally dense healthy food system can be reestablished. Furthermore, farmers are the ones on the ground, they have a responsibility to educate themselves as to the ways of the natural world and become mentors helping reconnect an already to frenetic disassociated culture backs to its roots.
You do not have to look to far to see problems in our world. We have problems of trust, problems of security, problems of ecology and the ethics of how we will live on our planet. We have broken the wholes into parts and lost sight of how the parts fit. Humpty Dumpty has fallen off the wall. We are lost as to how to put him back together again. How did we get here and how do we return to a more balanced stable existence?
In “The historical roots of our ecologic crisis” Lynn White contributes. ”In antiquity every tree, every spring, every stream, every hill had its own genius loci, its guardian spirit. These spirits were accessible to men, but were very unlike men; centaurs, fauns, and mermaids show their ambivalence. Before one cut a tree, mined a mountain, or dammed a brook, it was important to placate the spirit in charge of that particular situation, and to keep it placated. By destroying pagan animism, Christianity made it possible to exploit nature in a mood of indifference to the feelings of natural objects.”
I have felt this personally. Ten years ago when we had a landscaping firm landscape our home. They took out a beautiful hawthorn tree. The nature spirits that hung out there were not happy. I was not alone in my family in noticing this. Yet I cannot prove this in a modern scientific way. The spirits got their tree back, though a different species. We might think that there was an etheric pattern for a tree there or explain it some other way, be indifferent to it all etc. but in the end the tree is back!
Around us our man over nature paradigm is crumbling. We need a new paradigm!
The classical elements of earth, air, fire, and water seem to predate history. In each of them lies a cycle of expression on the planet. They are in relationship appropriately in full expression, but as we are currently experiencing in our anthropogenic degradation, an interrupted cycle occurs, producing an out of balance situation.
In the earth cycle (carbon cycle) we have been extracting carbon from the biosphere and pumping it into the atmosphere at unprecedented rates causing a very out of balance climate changing environment.
In the water cycle, we are extracting water from the aquifers and draining water from soils at an accelerated rate, which contribute to desertification, reducing the carbon sequestering potential of plants.
In the fire cycle, fire is a force for alchemical change. Our fire breathing machines running day and night contribute to the disruption of all the various cycles.
In the air cycle (nitrogen cycle)(about 80% of the atmosphere is nitrogen) human activities such as fossil fuel combustion, use of artificial nitrogen fertilizers, and release of nitrogen in wastewater have dramatically altered the global nitrogen cycle. Nitrogen availability affects the rate of key ecosystem processes. Nitrous oxide is 300 times more potent as a greenhouse gas than CO2.
Our western civilizations existence has strayed from mankind’s roots as a part in the whole of nature. Science and technology has accelerated the abstraction. Will more science and more technology solve our crises?
In the Gaia hypothesis, organisms interact with their inorganic surroundings to form a self-regulating complex system that contributes to maintaining conditions for life on the planet. We co-evolve with our environment to sustain life. This gives me hope.
It’s that time of year again. In exaltation of the sun and warmer weather, the rain and moistened roots, the grass grows, grows to reach the sun. Humans not wanting to be out done, in a frantic frenzy, whip out their lawnmowers, and closely crop their grass. Backyard Lamb and Goating is a long practiced alternative to the lawnmower.
I must admit to having a love hate relationship to the lawnmower. I too have been bred to worship the smell of cut grass, the manicured look, of freshly shaved lawn. As a child I was an early entrant into the lawnmower program. We had three lawnmowers and an acre and a half of grass in the suburbs of New Jersey. It was my penury duty as a child to exculpate the errant grass and spend my Saturday mowing. It all started with the reel push mower, quiet, simple and using human power to propel, but almost impossible to control that much grass. Then came the gas mower, progressing from un-propelled to self-propelled (self meaning it not I), to a riding mower with crank start. Just about the time I matriculated, the mower had evolved to a riding tractor with electric start that performed a virtual all day affair, in several hours at most.
Since my dad was the little league coach and our practice field was a beautiful day camp, a half mile down the road, he took on mowing that ten acre track as well. As with all parents, he meant me also. Being a tea totaller, weekends were meant for mowing rather than for Michelob. One day when I was about ten years old and mowing the day camp with the riding mower with crank start, the grass exit chamber plugged up. I switched off the blade and unconscious to momentum and centrifugal force, reached down with my right hand to unplug it. The blade reached out and cut my right index finger a half inch down from the tip, to the bone. Rushing me to the hospital my dad kept remarking how my mother was going to kill him. This I did not understand as it was the lawnmower’s fault. Such is the mind of children. Luckily my finger survived in tack and the lawnmower was forgiven, as to my Mom’s forgiveness that is a whole different essay.
It was not always this way. The first gas power mowers were commercially produced in the US in 1919. How did we previously tolerate long grass? Enter sheep and goats. I have been grazing them for over twenty years now and I have come to look at grass differently. When grass is long I feel like my animals have a full cupboard of food. The shelves are stocked with plenty to eat. No worry of starvation here. Now, all the hours we humans put into mowing just seems very silly.
Some cities now allow lambs or goats as pets to mow your yard. This requires some preparation and maintenance but is not as dangerous as your lawn mower. The lambs and goats are self propelled, come equipped with a fertilizer attachment, eat grass, not gas, and are love on four hooves. So think about trading in that lawnmower for a new modern day goat or lamb mower!
Well, we do seem to be finally done with winter and a late wet spring is selflessly sharing some sunshine now and then. It’s been one of those winters’ that cause anxiety for the shepherd. Will there be enough feed, will all the little ones croak of pneumonia? How can we prevent hoof rot with things being so wet? With it being so wet will the critters destroy the pasture before the new growth gets a good start? Anxieties!
So it was fulfilling to get some folks down for our farm tour and brunch last Sunday April 21. The event sold out, which is encouraging never doing a farm tour brunch before. Everyone arrived at 11am at The Greenhouse Bed and Breakfast. Chef Guia Hoffman did what she does best, treating us to culinary wonders, then we sat around and talked leisurely before proceeding to visit the goats, sheep, pigs, cows, and chickens. We completed the tour about 3pm and our guests hit the road back from whence they came. I am sure we all had our high points but mine was watching the youngsters herd our 400 sheep and their young lambs. They really cannot believe that the sheep obey them!
Having just completed reading Charles Mann’s article on “Why we will never run out of oil” and just having completed reading Lester Thurow’s “Full Planet, Empty Plates”, the question of how we will feed ourselves in the next several generations lurk. Becoming personally involved in your food system is not a bad idea. Visiting the farm and seeing first hand one model will stimulate your thinking and help us to continue the dialog. Right off of Wikipedia’s article on Industrial Agriculture gives a very brief synopsis.
- 30,000 years ago hunter-gatherer behavior fed 6 million people
- 3,000 years ago primitive agriculture fed 60 million people
- 300 years ago intensive agriculture fed 600 million people
- Today Industrial Agriculture attempts to feed 6 billion people
I personally do not believe that Industrial Agriculture is the answer, as it is stressing our planetary resources to the max. We simply do not have the water to do what we are doing now for very much longer. Feeding an extra couple billion people in the next 30 years is unlikely. What does give me hope however is a holistic local agriculture based on perennial systems. We could feed ourselves without destroying our planetary resources. The caveat is labor; a system such as this would require considerable human intervention. Meanwhile the labor resources of the planet are suffering in unemployment lines. Currently the number of unemployed 18-24 year- olds worldwide is approaching 300 million. Maybe I am dreaming but it seems to me there is an intelligent way out of the mess we are in.
So, Tuesday night I am driving up to Uncommon Ground restaurant on Clark St. for a farm dinner sponsored by the Chicago Reader magazine. Our farm was featured as well as Central Waters brewery of Wisconsin. Wondering what to speak about, I think of an old saying I remember reading from my childhood, “Faith is that bird that sings before the dawn”.
The weather lately has been anything but spring like and I have been struggling with end of winter depression and flu etc. etc. I thought that quote and the following poem I wrote about the various birds we see visiting and nesting on our farm appropriate. You can imagine my surprise to find a song bird art exhibit by Tracy Ostmann located in the room our dinner was in. This exhibit is running through this Sunday March 24 if you can check it out. It was a treasure to have her wonderful birds watching over us while eating and sharing. It made my night. So thanks for the great work Tracy and thanks for hosting this Uncommon Ground !
Over the years at Mint Creek Farm we have witnessed an increase in the families of migratory songbirds nesting in our pastures. They are a joy to behold swooping about us as we move our critters to new pastures. Interestingly our sheep seem to eat around the nests as they encounter them, sensitive to their value, uncharacteristic of what one might expect. We have found that by establishing a variety of perennial pasture plants, and grazing using long rest periods, we have encouraged an increase in their population.
Unfortunately around us the common agricultural methodology has caused a great diminishing of their population. Reports vary but population estimates of 80-90% loss in some species are not uncommon. Songbirds migrating to expectant grasslands, but coming up empty in a search for a place to nest is a saddening thought. According to the US Fish and Wildlife Service the number one threat to migratory songbirds is loss of habitat.
The USDA has a conservation reserve program (CRP) that allows for long term contracts where the landowner is paid to establish perennial grassland and leave it be, not harvesting or working the soil for crops. This program was responsible for a high of 39 million acres but unfortunately has diminished to 25 million acres. Every year more contracts expire and are not renewed due the much better economic return for planting crops. The grassland established as part of the CRP ground is a major habitat source for the migratory songbirds. Additionally some of the benefits of the CRP program over the past two and a half decades cited by USDA include:
- 450 million tons of soil erosion reduced annually
- Each year, CRP keeps more than 600 million pounds of nitrogen and more than 100 million pounds of phosphorus from flowing into rivers, streams and lakes in the U.S.
- 2 million acres of wetlands and buffers restored
- 2 million acres of stream bank protected along rivers and streams
The politics of money and fiscal budgets will determine just how much land remains in CRP. Currently the CRP programs cost about 2 billion dollars. Most of this goes to land rents. Average land rental rates have increased dramatically with the increased price of grain, so it is unlikely that acreage will remain at the current level. Over the next five years about 11 million acres of CRP contracts will expire. Will the USDA have the funds it needs to continue this program?
One of the greatest environmental travesties of the last 200 years has been the plowing up of the tallgrass prairie. Through restoration agriculture we can right this wrong. Perennial systems capture 3-7 times the photosynthesis of conventional corn and soybean crops, sequester vast amounts of carbon from the atmosphere, and build topsoil at a rapid rate. Wildlife populations are enhanced and homes are found by the migratory songbirds. This can all be done while growing food. The choice of plowed ground versus CRP is not realistic. We are not going to be able to afford to take vast tracts of land out of viable food production systems. We can neither afford to lose vast amounts of topsoil and continue the rapid extinction of splendid species caused by conventional cropping systems. That leaves perennial systems as our one hope for feeding a hungry planet without destroying it. Faith is that bird singing before the dawn, may we have faith that the migratory songbirds will be singing with us.
The Bulletin of Atomic Scientists , who manage The Doomsday Clock , updated it January 14, 2012. We are again five minutes to midnight. Having been born at six minutes to midnight, I guess I feel uncomfortably at home here. The clock’s timeline has ranged from a low of two minutes to midnight in 1953, to a high of seventeen minutes to midnight in 1991.
Having grown up with air raid drills and hiding under desks large enough to cover the Levi sticker on my jeans, the nuclear threat elicits an “oh yeah”, that again response. Climate change was unheard of in my school days as was weaponized biotechnology; I guess we should consider ourselves fortunate that we have a whole five minutes before self-destruction.
Coping in a world bent on termination titillation is challenging to say the least, but one has to try. So I guess I am struggling to be part of the solution, rather than the problem. Nuclear proliferation and weaponized biotechnology space me out, but climate change I have at least some understanding of. That brings up the subject of corn.
I have a love hate relationship with corn. I grew the most wonderful sweet corn in my youth and do love to eat corn. In our early days together, my wife Gwen and I developed a psychological analysis tool called Veganalysis whereby one’s totem vegetable is discovered and insights garnered. I was a corn.
My chickens and pigs love the $15 per bushel organic corn we feed them. Central Illinois’ corn production projection for 2013 is 195 bushels to the acre. At 56 pounds to the bushel, that’s over 5 tons to the acre, or almost $3000 per acre for organic corn. But a plant that gives so much so fast takes its toll on the ecosystem around it, its roots are shallow, and it sucks up soil carbon and nitrogen like a sponge, making the soil blocky and hard. Often it’s planting and cultivation leads to excessive soil erosion, so what amounts to a short-term gain, evolves into a long term devastating loss, the kind of loss that ends civilizations.
Organic carbon changes when growing corn silage or alfalfa. http://saret.ifas.ufl.edu/publications/bsbc/chap5.htm
Examples of soil organic matter content with depth. Modified from Brady and Weil, 1999. http://saret.ifas.ufl.edu/publications/bsbc/chap5.htm
On the graph above, observe the area to the left of the soil organic matter (SOM) line. Notice that the amount of SOM in tallgrass prairie soils is substantially greater than soils in agriculture, and much greater at significant depth. The volumetric effect of this depth can often be overlooked when calculating the total carbon held in a soil. Soil organic matter basically equals soil carbon. A soil’s ability to hold nitrogen and water, both necessary for photosynthesis to occur, is in direct relationship to soil organic matter.
It’s not that corn fundamentally is a bad crop to grow, it’s how we grow it. Corn on corn, fencerow to fencerow, year after year is the problem, enabled by a favorable economic situation. Recently some Iowa corn ground has sold for $17,000 per acre. Midwest farmland values have increased an average of 15% per year for the last ten years. While there are a host of reasons for this, corn, and ethanol from it, are paramount, so much so that land value is appraised using a term called “corn suitability index” or CSI. Ironically, the recent drought has caused an increase in grain prices and therefore land prices go up as well.
While it’s awesome that our nation’s breadbasket can be such a source of wealth creation, and there are few who deserve it more than the farmers, this escalation of land value and associated rents does put pressure on how we farm. Since corn is so lucrative, we will likely see less crop rotation and more corn on corn. Not a recipe for soil formation, carbon sequestration, or civilization sustainability, but not the quick doomsday scenario presented by nuclear holocaust either.
The Conservation Reserve Program (CRP) is a program where the US government pays farmers to put acreage in grass and not farm it. What are the implications for carbon emissions when we pull land out of CRP? It is expected that the new farm bill will reduce CRP by about 20%. The current US drought monitor suggests that our drought is not over. Going into planting season this spring on dry ground is not a pretty thought.
To bring home this point I recommend you watch Ken Burns’ documentary on PBS, “The Dust Bowl.” If ever there was an advertisement for grass farming, it is this piece. I am surprised how little press it has received.
Grass farming, using a poly-culture of perennial pasture plants, offers us a way out of this mess. We can grow lots of forage that animals can eat, in a setting that is beautiful year-round. By constantly moving the animals, which spread their manure around the farm for us, we build soil carbon, absorbing carbon dioxide from the atmosphere and practically eliminating erosion. By interspersing annual crops and gardens we would have a complete food system, bypassing the feedlots and most of the fossil fuels used in crop production. Adding hedgerows for windbreaks, shade, and wildlife habitat, we would have an increase in feed available in the form of tree crops shedding their fruit. To fully appreciate this, enjoy Rob Kanter’s post, “The Oldest Living Thing on the U of I campus.” Two hundred years ago, the tall grass prairie where we now live was graced with wooded groves of burr oaks. The burr oak root system mirrors its above-ground growth.
The carbon absorption potential of agriculture can play a vital role in helping us get out of the climate change crisis, while also providing enough rewarding jobs to drastically reduce unemployment. Over the last 20 years, Mint Creek Farm has been striving to establish a viable model for this vision.
That is the life I did not lead.
The honey that got made into mead,
The stories I could not spiel,
The feelings, I would not let myself feel.
People come to Mint Creek Farm expecting a homestead. Usually they are a bit surprised to find none. Where do I live? Some are a bit deflated to hear I live in the very nearby village of Stelle. I guess I just haven’t done well with the stereotypes.
Several years before buying our first farm we had purchased an existing home in Stelle. We were happy living in Stelle and Gwen was busy home schooling our two young children, Jonathan and Raya. My manufacturing business was local, and I just had a five-mile commute to its location. Often I would ride my mountain bike to work. I was practicing memorizing poems. Poems have a way of bringing me down, out of my head, into my gut. Rilke offered us:
Its possible I am pushing through solid rock
In flint like layers, as the ore lies, alone;
I am such a long way in I see no way through,
and no space: Everything is close to my face,
and everything close to my face is stone.
I don’t have much knowledge yet in grief-
So this massive darkness makes me small
You be the master: make yourself fierce, break in:
Then your great transforming will happen to me,
And my great grief cry will happen to you.
As I was riding my bike to work, I kept seeing the farmers working the fields with their big tractors and implements. The yearly cycle of: field cultivate, seed, harrow, spray, spray, aerial spray, combine, chisel plow, knife in anhydrous, etc., this wore on me. Something did not seem right, it was all to0 industrial.
I grew up in the suburbs of New Jersey, we had a large garden and as a I teen, I attempted to garden organically. Now my own family was living in a sea of corn and soybeans, like a boat in the ocean. Here I was dreaming of a lake in the middle of the ocean, a farm of a different sort. One in which people and animals would have a place, and real food would be grown. Hazardous chemicals would not be needed and fertility would not have to come from fossil fuels or natural gas. People would be a part of the land and connected to it in a meaningful way. I kept dreaming of walking thru ditches my feet sinking in the wet black earth, fecundity surrounding me.
While my soul was there, my body was housed in the shadow of the old me. Great change was needed and an internal war ensued, as I was conflicted. On the body side, I was a toolmaker and manufacturer; on the soul side, I was a shepherd/grass farmer. To change, the old must die off; but sometimes the old has a mind of its own and does not want to give up without a fight.
Souls have a way of winning out however. Bodies have a way of dying off, albeit too slowly and painfully. To be reborn anew, that is our quest.
Our first farm we purchased had a farmstead home that was over one hundred years old. As much as we wanted to live on the farm, the house was too small and needed quite a bit of work. We rented it to friends for a few years but it was not practical to do the extensive repair needed to it. Our friends bought a house in Stelle, and we used the old house for storage, until our insurance company demanded it go.
Meanwhile we had been working on home designs with our good friend Walter Cox, who did construction and remodeling in Marin, Ca. He was a former Stelle resident and UC Berkeley graduate, where he studied under Christopher Alexander. He introduced us to some of the many of Christopher’s work, (“ A Timeless Way of Building”(1979), “A Pattern Language” (1977) and “The Nature of Order” (2003-2004), of which we are blessed with a pre-publication manuscript copy. I would highly recommend a review of his work to anyone in the process of designing and building.
By this time however our finances had turned south and the money to build our dream home was outsourced, by way of our large customers taking their business to Asia. So we engaged Walter to design a more conservative farmhouse renovation of the existing house. Upon doing this the numbers suggested it would just be cheaper to tear the old house down and start over. Round three was a farmhouse design located on the site of the existing house. It was well conceived, but it just was not us, and we kind of liked living in Stelle near our friends. It was less isolating for our children, as Stelle (population 100) was isolated enough.
On the farming front our sheep flock continued to grow. We had purchased some of the earliest East Friesian dairy sheep imported into the US and had a goal of starting a sheep dairy. The hours of work keeping up with the growing flock, managing the businesses, let alone raising a family, left time for little else, and the prospect of building the desired dream home drifted.
As the children grew up and went off to college our focus shifted to financing their education. Then Gwen decided to reestablish herself as a Montessori teacher and found herself a position at Meca-Seton, a teacher training school in Clarendon Hills. She had worked at a number of Montessori schools teaching in the area before our children came along and loved working with the little ones.
Back on the home front, we have been successful attracting interns for our farm, and now house them in our Stelle home. The farm continues to grow and alas, the work with it.
Many people, who go back to the land, start by building a home. Often they do this without getting to know the land. Sometimes without getting to know each other. Neither is easy and can take years. Some farms do not survive dream home building, nor do some marriages. We have been blessed in that by hook or by crook we have so far survived, by not building the dream home, and by giving each other the freedom, to pursue our individual careers.
If you wish to come visit Mint Creek’s home, “the meadow”, please join me for a personal tour this coming September 22nd at 2:30 in the afternoon, followed by a south of the border dinner by Top Chef contender Chuy Valencia at 5:30, then on to the campfire for as long as you care to stay. There are limited accommodations at the wonderful Greenhouse Bed and Breakfast and unlimited camping available in the meadow.
TRIUMPH OF THE COMMONS
The Earth is in existential crises. This could be considered a “Tragedy of the Commons”. As a living being and our mother, the earth’s destiny is challenged. The children it has given birth too have a dismal future unless a massive effort is undertaken to rebalance the system. Where will this come from?
I believe the answer is from us. We have caused this imbalance and must correct it. It’s the old, if you made the mess then you clean it up. Time is not on our side, but I believe God is on our side, and it is that conviction that bespeaks my optimism. This is not a republican versus democrat or Christian versus Moslem agenda, but rather a God as the universal beneficent being, versus the prince of darkness dragging us down into his hole. We shall prevail to the degree that we have developed our capacity to love, and that will be the way of healing, for this earth, and for ourselves.
So what is love? Where does it come from and where does it go? Why do we feel so strongly about love? We do because it is our origin and our destiny, always drawing us back, back to our source.
The attributes of love are care, respect, responsibility, and connectedness. We have been cast out of the garden and it’s our task to develop the consciousness to get it back. I have often thought that the native tallgrass prairie in the Midwest must have been like a Garden of Eden. Having a similar number of animal units, as we currently have now, these animals all fed and watered themselves. Considering most of my time, energy, and money, goes into feeding and watering my livestock, this would be a significant change in lifestyle. While we cannot easily go back to a hunter-gatherer lifestyle, our agricultural practices can be refined to mimic them. Intensive mob grazing on a perennial poly-culture of pasture plants attempts to do this. This is the model by which Mint Creek Farm subscribes.
The path of heart, which leads back to our source, is a path of conscious connectedness. We have biological roots in our natural world and we need to embrace them. We the people can turn our “Tragedy” into a ‘Triumph of the Commons”.