Something snipped my zinnias at 12″. Who does that?
You know what? I’m not sure it matters.
Having zinnias makes me happy, but having farms on the landscape makes me happier. I can lose my zinnias; I can’t lose my farm culture. If the system of small farms fail, we’ve lost our local culture. How can I help? Right now, I’m working on the financial piece because that seems like a leg in the stool. That’s what showed up first.
Recently, a local farmer tried a new financial model for gifting her farm while paying off the mortgage. So many people found their dreams taking root, yet the funds did not roll in. There’s a week left to apply (August 1 deadline). I wonder what the farmer will do. People are watching. I hoped this would start a trend, a new way to turn over the farm, a new farm transition model. It may have. The next one to try, the “first follower” might find it easy, and then a watershed may follow. But for Norma, who went first, it was all rock-moving, no tilling.
Hat’s off to her for hard work.