This is me soil blocking at Sundog Farm last Sunday.
Working at farms has been a spring ritual which helps me feel like part of a larger organization. The older I get, the more important that seems.
Farmers may seem isolated, but the farms where I work engage dozens of people in many roles. I met people from all over the world as a result of farm work.
It’s part of who I am and will be for as long as the relationships are sustainable.
It took about an hour of setup time as the water lines and hydrants remained frozen from winter. I settled on working in this doorway to the barn on top of a windy hill.
Once the lines thaw out, I’ll move to the germination shed.
Inside the barn, ewes were lambing and young ones kept escaping pens where they were isolated with their mothers from the flock. It’s a story as old as life.
Spring isn’t here yet, but I can’t wait.