I am one of the many young folks today sacrificing Saturday afternoon bike rides and lazy Sundays in favor of digging into the heavy clay soil in my area to grow some food.
My land runs along I-80, perhaps the busiest corridor in northern California. Each time I look up from the land I see an army of cars passing by en route to wherever it is that people go to. They barely see me, crouched in the dirt and pulling weeds. But I see them. And they remind me that my little farm landscape is not a detachment from the modern world, but rather an integral part of it.
I am working to feel at home in this world of science. And the only way I know how to do that is to write about it.
For more information on my farm itself, check out www.thecloverleaffarm.com