Somewhere in Northwest Arkansas, there is an organic farm slowly taking shape, with some profound knowledge of natural systems and soil being applied, along with one bloody fucking hell of a lot of hard work.
The exposed beds actually survived a recent 12 inch rainstorm, while the unprepared ground nearby saw a lot of erosion. Good stress test seemed to prove out the resilience of well structured and properly amended soil.
Actually, not a bad place to go when you’re numb from a world that seems to be rejecting civilization, law, democracy, and even the bare minimum of a livable planet for their own children. Shoveling compost and ripping calendula beds is sweat therapy.
But there are occasionally moments to slow down, appreciate what’s been accomplished, and maybe build strength for the work that needs yet to be done.
One way to chillax is by listening to Benny Bleu’s meditative clawhammer banjo stylings.
I also have a recommendation for an adult beverage that fits the mood.
One finger of Wood Hat Aged Blue Corn whiskey over ice.
(you can’t get it on line, you’ll have to go to Missouri)
Linger on that for a while and then before bed, try some of the Skullcap and Hops tea that DIL Liesel grows.
That’s awesome – the best to your son, his farm, and your sanity.