My New Appreciation for Spinach

Meredith, owner of Granite Springs Farm, took a mesh bag full of spinach out of the washer machine. It’s a common practice among the local farms, to wash vegetables in a bathtub and put them on spin cycle in the washer.

Spinach at Granite Springs grows both outside and in the hoop house. It was the first time I had ever seen spinach before sitting in bags in a grocery store. Growing up, it just appeared in my fridge, and my whole life I never wondered where it came from or what it looked like before that point. Working on a farm, I find myself infantile. My questions of, what’s this? This is broccoli? These are brussel sprouts? THIS is SPINACH?!IMG_1147
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The Best Things in Life Go Uncaptured

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Me and Sadie

A lot of travel blog sites say that people like to see more pictures and read less words, especially online. I’m a writer, not a photographer, and while I appreciate the multi-platformed digital media direction our generation is taking, which is why I dabble in pictures and videos to help bring my blog to life, writing is priority.
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A Bridge, a Garden, and an Old Woman

Everyone knows the saying “Love thy neighbor as thyself,” which has been repeated throughout history by Confucius, MLK Jr., Jesus, among others. Sure, I’ve always believed it to be true, but never have I truly understood it until now. Growing up,  my family and I kept to ourselves; we were good neighbors by respecting property boundaries and giving no reason for complaints. In college in Pittsburgh, the residents in my apartment were like ghosts.We’d hear muffled conversations through the walls and heavy bass music on weekends, but we didn’t hang out. Nothing but head nods in the hallway.
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Blue Heron Farm!

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Here we are at Blue Heron Farm in the centerish of North Carolina, near Chapel Hill. Blue Heron is a commune of around thirty people of all ages that live sustainable lives. They build their own houses and grow their own food, sharing skills and produce with each other. Some people have lived here for years and started a family. Others were travelers who came not knowing they weren’t going to leave. Our Wwoofing host, Debbie, says it’s easy to fall in love with this place.

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So Far So Good

IMG_1001The journey began in front of Gary Clark Jr. Halloween night in Boston. A mixed crowd at the House of Blues, I stood next to a drunk bunny. Taylor and I went as “normal city people”; considering we spent the last five months in dirty Carhartts and a hard hat, it certainly felt like a costume. I wore my leather jacket, remembering that the last time I wore it was in college in Pittsburgh and the last time I saw Gary Clark was in a tank top in Montreal.
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