crop mob attacks/farm burger rescues

two amazing things happened today at the backyard moon.  first, we were attacked by a mob of city dwelling, country itching "landless, wannabe farmers".  crop mob atlanta, an all volunteer production, travels to local sustainable farms and lends a hand in whatever ways are needed.  as they explain on their website, farmers are not only an aging population, but a dissapearing one.  in the age of gps plantings and oil powered harvesters, less people are needed.  but in our world, where hand meets seed and soil, community is paramount.  and that is exactly what they provided us with today. 

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plants in the ground

so, it happened.  our first plants are in the ground--about four hundred onions and four hundred leeks.  long day in the field, but a monumental day in our personal histories—first plants for our first farm.  we weren't sure if the occasion called for some sort of religious sermon, a hallucinogenic journey, or some sort of live sacrifice--so we just went with all three.  

despite working so hard this week, and accomplishing every single goal we had on the to-do list, the background noise circling in my head has been one of uncertainty. 

am I doing this right?  do I know that answer?  will this work?  what tool do I need to fix that?  how do these two pipes attach?  that’s leaking.  and so is this, this, that, and the other thing .  what gear should the tractor be in? 

as the half dozen plates spinning on the tips of my circus sticks wobble and teeter on their centers, I find solace in a foot rest and a cold brew after a physically, mentally, and emotionally dynamic day. 

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