It’s time for the The Family Farm Tour organized by the Appalachian Sustainable Agriculture Project. Local farms in the region open their doors, their stalls, and their larders to all-comers–both those who want to know where their food comes from and those who have no idea where food comes from in general.
For the last two years, I’ve attended the tours and I’m always amazed by how hard the farmers work, and yet how content most of them seem. Could there be a connection with hard-but-satisying-work and general happiness? Hmm…
Anyway, on this particular Feral Friday, I thought I’d add a picture of a tumbled-down old house I saw during the tour in 2009. Looked like it was a farm house in its day, and I bet there were stories attached to it, if anyone had been around to tell them to me. Oh, if these walls could talk, we’d hear some tales about that old seven-mile-a-minute that just swallows up houses whole and reduces the site to a series of gentle, rounded shapes that could be…anything.
Don’t stand too close…you might be next!