I was recently given the opportunity to work on a farm for the summer, and I was stoked. I couldn’t wait to work outside in the beautiful Oregon sunshine, get my hands back in the earth. I was tired of working as a waitress, hating that I was spending so much time doing a job I didn’t like for the money. Sure, the farming job wouldn’t pay much, but at least I’d be doing something I was passionate about.
Later, I found myself on my laptop, staring at my student debt. Suddenly the idea of working on a farm for little pay seemed absurd. What I should do is pick up more hours at the restaurant or get a second job. I didn’t have time for fun, not yet. I had school debt, car payments, rent to pay. Focusing on making money seemed the more logical thing to do. Continue reading
Wwoofing in North Carolina was my first substantial introduction to farming and gardening. Now that it has come to an end, I’d like to honor some of my favorite plants and herbs I learned about and ate on a regular basis at Blue Heron Farm. The best thing about these plants is they can withstand the cold winters and they love to grow easily in abundance! Read about these beautiful foods, their nutrition benefits, and how to use ’em!
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.
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.
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.