It has been over a week since my last post about the journey across country and I was hoping to be able to update a lot more often then I have. However, a minor altercation with authorities in Sioux Falls, South Dakota put me behind schedule on getting to the farm and taking pictures and sight seeing took a back seat to 14 hour drives and too little time spent with too many relatives. At long last I have step foot on Tennessee soil. It’s not anything near being the first man to touch the north pole, or even equal with climbing Everest but right now I kind of feel like I have.
Farming is not easy work. Today was my first day out in the fields and it was a brutal start. 93 degrees with scattered thunderstorms made for a sweat drenched workday. My legs are sore. My head is telling me to just give up on consciousness. My second set of clothes are sticky with sweat and humidity. I couldn’t feel any better.
Just a bit of background on the farm.
My uncle Bill purchased 55 acres and named it Purring Dog Farm after his dog Lucky who has a strange affinity for purring when you scratch his back. His philosophy for agriculture is that the less crap you add the better. As a result we don’t use pesticides or chemical fertilizers. The chickens we have are free-range. The animals on the farm are all harmone free. It’d be nice to say that the farm was organic but that would be a lie. Becoming “certified organic” would actually cost more than what the farm makes in profit, in a year, so instead the produce is marketed as “farmed with sustainable practices.
For right now this is the post, I’m exhausted and want some free-time today so I’m cutting this short.