A Call to Action


Farming, Camera, Action!

I live in a world on contradictions.

I like to DIY, but I am lazy.

I like to travel, but I am a home-body.

I also like to eat local food, but I also enjoy a fast food burger more often than I would like to admit.  (This I am blaming on my childhood, when going to McDonald’s involved a 30 minute drive and good behavior on mine and my sister’s part all day.  It was a privilege not a right!)

I generally try to stay off the soap box and not tell people what to do, because I may do that wrong thing tomorrow (and it is really none of by business).

I read last week that Minnesota, along with Florida and Iowa, is working on legislation that would ban people from filming the conditions at factory farm in the state.

It is really all about information.

Sometimes all it takes is one photo and someone can become a vegan for life.  And sometimes people will look away and choose not to know.

I know where my meat comes from, and when I hear news about meat recalls and people getting sick from meat they bought for their families and do not have to worry about my family.

But everyone should choose for themselves.

Don’t let someone decide what you should eat or what you should know about your food.

What it comes down to is:

If you want to know where you food comes from:  find out

Generally any farm worth his salt will let you see the farm (with in reason, mind you!).  Most farmers are proud of what they are doing.

the contrariness of a mad farmer

I am done with apologies.  If contrariness is my

inheritance and destiny, so be it.  If it is my mission

to go at exits and come out at entrances, so be it.

I have planted by the stars in defiance of the experts,

and tilled somewhat by incantation and by singing,

and reaped, as I knew, by luck and Heaven’s favor,

in spite of the best advice.  If I have been caught

so often laughing at funerals, that was because

I knew the dead were already slipping away,

preparing for a comeback, and can I help it?

And if at wedding I have gritted and gnashed

my teeth, it was because I knew where the bridegroom

had sunk his manhood, and knew it would not

be resurrected by a piece of cake. “Dance” they told me

and I stood still, and while they stood

quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.

“Pray” they said, and I laughed, covering myself

in the earth’s brightness, and then stole off gray

into the midst of a revel, and prayed like an orphan

When they said “I know that my Redeemer liveth,”

I told them, “He’d dead.”  And when they told me

“God is dead,” I answered “He goes fishing every day

in the Kentucky River. I see him often.”

When they asked me would I like to contribute

I said no, and when they had collected

more than they needed, I gave them as much as I had.

When they asked me join them I wouldn’t

and then went off by myself and did more

than they would have asked.  “Well, then,” they said

“go and organize the International Brotherhood

of Contraries,”  I said “Did you finish killing

everybody who was against peace?”  So be it.

Going against men, I have heard at times a deep harmony

thrumming in the mixture, and when they ask me what

I say I don’t know.  It is not the only or the easiest

way to come to the truth.  It is the one way.

—–Wendell Berry, from Farming: A Hand Book

Sissy Farming

The Greenhorns

The Greenhorns are a non-profit organization helping young farmers across the country.   They have info about land, jobs and starting a career in ag.  They even have mixers where you can meet others like yourself.   Not everyone grows up in farming communities like they have in the mid-west, and the support of like-minded people make all the difference in the world.



PS on a side note I am picking away at my new website using Tara Gentile’s class Website Kick Start and loving it!  I am also working on an about page to kind of define my mission at fadedfarm. Stay tuned big things are happening


changes and going home again

Like many bloggers that have started before me, my first couple of months of post were a mishmash of whatever I was thinking about or feeling at the time.  It has no real focus. I wanted to be sure that this was something I really wanted to do and was really “going” to do.  I am one of those people who dreams big, but when it comes down to the actual execution I usually talk myself out of it or when I can’t do it right the first time I feel like a failure and give up.   This time I told myself I was going to do it and 
Now I am ready to get serious.
Tara Gentile’s Website Kick Start starts next week and I couldn’t be more excited.  FadedFarm is going to have a new home, one I can be proud of.
I have thought long and hard about what I want my blog to be about, a mission statement, my passion, my focus, my goal.  Right now the goal is to go home again.  Jesse and I are going to buy my parent’s farm.  We have plans of freshening it up, bringing her back to some of its former glory.  You see that is where the name fadedfarm comes from.  When I was small the farm was bursting with animals and activity, it grew quiet as we got older and now has faded into to landscape.

I am still working out the kinks on this blog, but it is going to center on my journey home again.

You have a choice . . .

I think everyone should watch this film and make their own choices

PS Don’t tell anyone, but I still eat at McDonald’s sometimes . . . . . .