
The Poetry of Farming: A Poem for February 9, 2017
“The poetry of Earth is never dead,” wrote John Keats. And now, centuries later, young farmer Cristina Cosentino agrees.
“The poetry of Earth is never dead,” wrote John Keats. And now, centuries later, young farmer Cristina Cosentino agrees.
No longer an apprentice, Cristina starts a new job.
You’d never think that it took a welder to grow the carrot you’re eating. But each vegetable is connected to the thousands of pounds of steel it took to open, turn, and maintain the land it was grown on.
You must also abandon all hope of not getting covered in pig poop. Yup. Pig poop.
Patience is needed when the girls go home to roost.
Okay, I get it. A lot of farming is not as romantic as I expected. My back has aged 30 years in 3 months….
The stories of these three young farmers might help you forget the average age of the American Farmer is 59.3.
Viewing a full field makes a seed seem heavier.
If what you’re doing is weeding, you’ve waited too long.
Part of being a farmer is taking a break from the work and walking the rows in solitude.
In our second installment Cristina learns how much she needs to learn.