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Photo credit Laurence Chen.

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The Farmwife Diaries

Apr 28, 2010
Ya'll know the song. "This land is your land; this land is my land...This land is made for you and me." I sang this lively Woody Guthrie folk ballad all throughout my childhood and have taught it to my own sons. It fills me with a geographic, patriotic sort of pride, even as I recognize its ironies and contradictions. Now that Keith and I "own" 33 acres of land, we consider what this ownership really means. Thanks to the Jefferson Land Trust, this land we live on and farm is protected by conservation easements. Instead of thinking of ourselves only as "owners," we know we are here for short while as stewards and witnesses.

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Apr 24, 2010
We traveled this week to the memorial service for Keith's grandma Annabeth, who passed away peacefully at 90 years old. As the family gathered at the funeral home, to share stories and shed tears, I watched my sons and considered Annabeth's legacy. Even though the fact that we are the outcome of our ancestry is the oldest truth in the world, I still find it surprising to consider the sheer number and variety of human experiences that precedes our arrival in the earth family.

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Apr 11, 2010
Today was lovely. The sun warmed the gravel pile where my youngest son and I wrestled, taking breaks now and then to murmur tenderly to each other about heavy equipment. A rainbow of farm machinery arcs across his two year old imagination and we feel this bodes well for his potential in the fields. But how, I wonder, will growing up on a farm shape who my boys become?

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