There is an old saying that “you can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy”. Having grown up on a Virginia dairy farm, at times in my life – trying to “escape” – I have regretted the truth of this saying. Many twists and turns of awareness later, I realize that I could never escape my farm roots, and have come to value and appreciate this six-generation family heritage. I now see that farming provides such an extensive, varied, and rich framework for learning that I think of farming as a kind of university – a Farm University. It requires careful observation, theory formation, rigorous experimentation, detailed analysis, and integrative thinking. The curriculum includes ecology, meteorology, animal science, soil biology, emergency management, mechanical engineering, crop management – as well as anthropology, psychology, ethics, business, and organizational culture. I have come to see the farm as a powerful teacher – a seemingly endless supply of lessons from the farm.
After leaving the farm for college, I spent a quarter century worlds away from the farm, living in urban Minnesota, Chicago, and Baltimore, as well as coastal California and the Colorado Rockies. Then, in my forties, my off-farm sojourn ended when Susan and I purchased a small olive grove in California; my life revolved increasingly around farm activities; my acquaintances and clients were increasingly involved in farming. I was once again a “farm boy”.
Now, living on “Tall Grass Farm”, on the edge of the tall grass prairie in southern Wisconsin, my life expresses the time-honored activities of the farm: tending goats, making hay, hauling manure, disking, planting, harvesting. Life on the farm takes on the rhythms of nature: daylight and dark, the seasons, birth and death, the weather . . .
In many ways farm life is a solitary existence. Much work is done alone. Even in group activities, the sound of machinery often precludes conversation. One has a lot of time to observe and reflect – endless opportunity for lessons from the farm. I have come to see the farm as a powerful teacher – education that affords meaning, purpose, and perspective to life.
I learned early to do solitary reflection while farming. Learning to disc at age ten, I soon realized that you can do an excellent job of discing with perhaps 2% of your attention. That left a lot of mental capacity available for observation, thinking, and speculation about how the world works – reflection only limited by one’s imagination and ability to obsere from different levels and perspectives. I think of it as the Tao of discing. It has produced many interesting lessons from the farm.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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Sam: Many years ago you and I had a conversation about the Tao of discing. Having a similar experience on a Missouri farm, I could relate. I literally heard orchestras in my head with the 98% of the mental reverie available while the tractor engine droned on. All I had to remember was to turn the corner and make sure I was heading straight for the next fence post. This skill helped me later as I navigated a canoe across a boundary waters lake. But that's another story. Here's to more time discing. Here's to the other lessons of the farm.
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