The next one-hundred miles

When I left Wilmington, I generated a new version of the 100 mile diet circle.  Gone is the vast expanse of salt water; in is a nice chunk of rural Virginia and a bit of country in South Carolina.  Many of the farms included in the old map are still in the new map.  After all, I did stay in the same state.

All that said, I have to admit that my local food habits hit a rut when I first moved.  I was eating peanut butter and canned crap for a good four week period before I realized that I was missing out on what the new circle held.  I started eating five mile salads and thirty mile meats.  Locally grown and milled flours, grits and rice made their way back onto the table.  I also found my way back into a box of Carolina Ruby sweet potatoes.

Through Eastern Carolina Organics, I also have access to produce from the entire state of North Carolina, from Valle Crucis to Ivanhoe, Edenton to Hurdle Mills and back to Bakersville.  Occasionally things get culled due to poor quality and I of course get my hands in the boxes just like back in Wilmington.  My scavenging eyes are returning and – without my staff discount from the coop – I am looking for ways to slim down the food budget.

Basically what I am getting at is that I am back in the food bubble.  I am also looking forward to producing more of my own food in the coming year.

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Stone House Crop Mob

I wonder how much the Crop Mob is about agriculture and how much is simply about enjoying the company of like minded people?  We came from all over to dig beds and spread mulch for someone most of us had never met, yet we did it with skill, enthusiasm and the efficiency of seasoned laborers.  This is only the second time the Crop Mob was used; for a third of this group of 24 this was their first experience with the group.

An outsider would question our motives as would some cynical old-timers or jaded sustainable agriculture veterans.  I wouldn’t even bother with those folks.  My main thought is not on convincing the skeptics that our agenda is one of filling a need, but rather my main thought is Where do we go from here?

Three months out of Wilmington and it is finally settling in that I am in a very different place.  Things move quickly here and things get done by folks who say they will do them.  I can feel some of my own cynicism fading away as I leave behind some of the vapidity of Wilmington, its slow moving, energy-sucking ambivalence flaking away like dead skin.

I am starting to warm up to the people that spin around in my daily interactions.  I’m trying to build the sorts of friendships that emulate family.  The Crop Mob is helping me with some of my apprehensions about new people and my own motives for entering a new world as an automatically standoffish person.

I have had a hard time, wondering how I would fit in when my experiences with building community in Wilmington often met with horrible failure.  I came into a ready made yet evolving community, ready to take my place yet unsure of what that place would look like.

It seems that my role here could be one of role model or experienced advice giver, but mostly, in the first few months, my role has been that of a lost explorer.  Things that I know how to do – cook, forage, dumpster dive – have been lost temporarily as I try to figure out the basics of living.

Cooking without anything resembling a kitchen has been frustrating; washing dishes without a good source of water makes cooking more of a chore than it needs to be.  What that has to do with the Crop Mob is beyond me, but it does affect my interactions.  It has also made my first impressions harder to shake.  Adah (pictured above) has tooled on me about my peanut butter and white bread lunches, but for me that meal has been easy, quick and comfortable in this time of transition.

Now that some of those issues are worked out, I feel like I can join this community in a functional capacity, sharing what I know and accepting learning opportunities as they present themselves.

And yet I am still not a talker.

To bring it back to the Crop Mob, the rhythm of the work is often set with old camp songs.  The one I have heard at both mobs is about sweet potatoes and biscuits -

Sweet potato biscuit that’s what I said
sweet potato biscuit dancing through my head
went to the cook’s table askin’ for some bread
found me a biscuit but the cooks was all dead

Sweet potato, sweet potato biscuit on the run
gotta find me a biscuit, gotta get me some of them
Sweet potato, sweet potato biscuit on the run
gotta find me a biscuit, gotta get me some

Standin’ on the lookout since the day before last
saw a line of biscuits stretchin’ into the past
Jesus on the hillside you know what he said
he said take this biscuit this sweet potato bread

Standing on the banks of the river wide
hop on a biscuit and catch yourself a ride
ride to the devils house all the way
share a biscuit with the devil on the judgment day

Sweet potato, sweet potato, sweet potato, biscuit
sweet potato, sweet potato, sweet potato, biscuit

sweet potato, sweet potato, sweet potato, biscuit
(whispered) sweet potato, sweet potato, sweet potato, (shouted) BISCUIT!!

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The farm starts…now

There are only two months to go before the other half of Team Buckner moves to the farm.  The reality is that the house is barely ready for Kristin and I, even though we are only inhabiting 250 square feet of it for the foreseeable future.  The house is about 1600 square feet total.

Our little “apartment” holds the wood stove (our only source of heat), our new fridge, toaster oven, bed, two tables, a dog, a cat, and the day to day possessions of the two of us.  The place is pretty snug, but we are getting used to navigating it.

We now have running water, but no hot water heater.  We also have power, but only one working outlet.  Small steps seem to take forever, but in the larger picture the pace is not really all that bad.

The rest of the house is in a state of rotten.  The floors collapsed or were in the process of collapsing.  All of the timbers that hold up the house frame have been eaten away by water and termites.  They literally crumble into dust when touched.

The original construction of the destroyed parts of the house was done with any available materials.  The pilings that hold up the place are merely stacks of field rocks and random bricks.  One section of the house is held up with two scrap pieces of firewood.

house frame

In order for Noel and Danielle to take residence in the upstairs portion of the house, the bottom level has to be rebuilt in order to hold the weight of two people and their stuff.  At the moment it would be sketchy to even think about living above the disaster.

rotten frame

I’m not sure how the stairs are even held up.  They float above the dirt floor like a ghostly transporter to the upper floor.

the people under the stairs

The large chimney was built on top of a pile of rocks with no other support.  It is no wonder that the chimney itself is turning into its own pile of rocks.

dust

still life with shovel

The floors came out pretty easily with the help of a sledge hammer and reciprocating saw.  Mike and Noel tore it up in a short period of time.

floors removed

We found evidence of other residents.  A pile of deer ribs, half a corn cob and a turtle shell told the tale of a scavenger living among us.

bone collector

Another entrance to the house has been consumed by water damage.  A ruptured pipe under the house and a leaking roof provide plenty of standing water and rot.

holy floor

Outside the house Danielle, Noel and I also found time to scour the woods for downed cedar trees.  These will be used for fence posts to hold in the goats and keep out the deer.

cedar posts

Planting time is coming soon, and the decision to take on a farming apprentice in February (more on that later!) is making the house and land preparations all the more urgent.  I have been hauling horse manure and cardboard like a crazy person, getting the building blocks for the farm beds together.  Let’s start the countdown…

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Persimmon harvest

Last weekend a crew of folks came from the other side of the county to gather up what, at this point, is the only crop that Circle Acres produces – American persimmons (Diospyros virginiana).

These native fruits are very much a southern tradition.  It’s uses in the folklore of the South are many, from making tea from the Spring leaves to predicting the Winter weather by the shape of the innards of the seed.  We cut open a batch of seeds only to find the bad news – they all had “spoon” shapes, indicating a snowy Winter.  The seeds can also be roasted and made into a hot drink that tastes like coffee.

waiting for persimmons

The trees we have are really tall, pretty much at the top end of height for virginiana.  I hauled out the ladder with the intention of just climbing to the top of the ladder and shaking the tree.  By the time I had the ladder out, two of the persimmon crew were already up the tree, shaking the top branches.  As the fruits came down, everyone had to duck and cover under the pelting and splattering of the small projectiles.  The tarps caught the majority of the fruit, but the grass still became sticky under the rain of orange and red.

dodging persimmons

The tree climbing was the most impressive part of the afternoon.  Adah and Moya were fearless in their attack on the heights, leaving me to worry, ultimately unnecessarily.

Adah and Moya climb

Adah and the Persimmon Tree

The second set of trees did require a ladder to get to the first set of branches.  After that, Adah and Moya again tore through the branches, leaping back and forth between the trees like a persimmon hunting video game.

tree whisperers

The fruit piled up as it fell, getting all mixed up with leaves and twigs in the process.

persimmon much pile

The really ripe fruits taste like soda pop; the unripe fruits taste a little sweet but with a heavy chalk aftertaste.  The unripe fruit are also very astringent, drying up a person’s mouth with just one bite.

persimmon gang

I haven’t tasted any of the finished product from the gathering.  I’m hoping to get some of the seeds back to try and make that hot beverage out of the roasted seed.

Kristin sorts simmons

This was the first visit to the farm for most of the folks that came out.  As we move the farm into production in January, I’m hoping that they come back to see what else we have going on.

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Sweet potato Crop Mob

The number of landless and itinerant young farmers, working alone or with a few other people, is a pretty large demographic in my world.  What is sometimes missing is not only land ownership but the sense of community that can come from an agrarian culture.  None of these farmers wants to farm alone, removed from the company of like minded people.

Mike in sweet potatoes

The reality is that the work of farming requires a lot of time, and extra time is not always available to pursue the sort of friendships and bonding with other area young farmers that make the experience more fulfilling.  Farming might not be as sexy as the New York Times sometimes makes it out to be, but can definitely be as fun as it looks.  However, it can also get lonely and monotonous.

sweet potatoes

Fortunately there is enough social thread around here to keep everyone together, whether it is through interactions in sustainable ag classes, conferences, or the newest idea around here – crop mobs.

A crop mob isn’t necessarily a new idea.  Migratory groups of farm laborers, starting with “hobos“, have been a part of the American landscape for quite some time.  And if you attended high school in the United States you might remember reading The Grapes of Wrath, the Steinbeck novel about traveling farm workers.  Yeah, poor traveling farmers have been on the road a century and half.  That doesn’t seem to be ending even as the number of farms available to work on diminishes.

So what makes it different this time around?  For one thing, the idea of economic hardship as the driving factor has been removed.  Most everyone involved is likely enduring some sort of financial or structural ruin in their lives.  I don’t have running water, but I own land and make a mortgage payment; another lives in a tent, but lives rent free and worries very little about buying food.

We all have our problems, but none of them are sufficient enough to demand that we wander around the country doing meaningless labor for horrible wages.  We demand and get better treatment and farm in the places we want to farm, for the experience it provides.

We farm because we want to, not because we need to.  At some time or another we were infected with a desire to give and take from the dirt, whether it is the red clay of Chatham County or limestone infested soils of Western New York.

What brought this group together was the need to establish a community of people going through the same sorts of movements, many of which keep folks separated during most days.  Classes, part time jobs, internships, harvesting and living far apart from each other keeps us in our own little bubbles.

This new crop mob goes where it is needed, does the work that is needed, creates the community that is needed and gets us out of those bubbles.

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Pecha Kucha – Franchise Anarchism Presentation

It is hard to shake the stigmas and myths surrounding the word anarchist.  We are the only political and social subculture deemed to be “self described” as if we are so disorganized that it is deemed to be a miracle that we could describe ourselves in the first place.  We are perpetually filed away as unimaginative or self-absorbed or dismissive of others’ ideas if they are not “chaotic” enough.  That’s crap.

For the record, most of the anarchists I know are brilliant and strong organizers.  Their strategies for building a community that leaves the individual intact but creates a greater whole are unparalleled.  They give without leaving their name, and that is perhaps the biggest problem.  When anarchists shun the praise for their ideas and actions, the world is left to wonder about what it is that we do and why our ideology is so much more relevant than any of the self serving garbage that seems to always be on display.

For the first Pittsboro Pecha Kucha night – a series of presentations featuring twenty slides with twenty seconds to speak during each slide – I decided to discuss what to me is an idea that makes perfect sense.  Franchise anarchism, the spreading of non-hierarchical organization, is something that a few others have spoken about in passing.  I have found sparse references to it in the ether, and the general idea is the same – spread the idea without taking ownership globally.

Maybe I should just let the presentation speak for itself…

Slide 1: “Franchise Anarchism” is a pretty simple idea. Communities, like weeds, can and will organize themselves more efficiently and more successfully outside the help of government, big non-profit and multinationals. An idea can spread and be successful in any part of the world without rules handed down from an overarching hierarchy.

Pecha Kucha Slide 1

Slide 2: Our leaders are lost out there; they don’t have the time, capacity or desire to understand the needs of every citizen they claim to represent, those needs can easily be understood by a neighbor or another community member. While politicians write the laws that run our lives, coming to visit us only when it is politically necessary,

politician

Slide 3: to cut a ribbon or have a fundraising dinner, we are here searching for ways to get out of the loneliness and vapidity of the television, to cut through the lies and build a real community that responds directly to our needs and we to its needs.

lies

Slide 4: Our differences are on display daily, from what we drive to what we eat.  but in order for the community to function we can’t be labeled as bicycle hippies or SUV driving jerks.  We have to realize that we have common enemies as well as common friends.

SUV and bicycle

Slide 5: Miami, 2003, the site of the latest Free Trade Area of the Americas negotiating talks, the FTAA being the state’s version of free trade, which is never free.  Miami, 2003, up to that point the single largest militarization of the domestic police force in United States history.

police ftaa

Slide 6: The power of the state is not benign, looking out for the little guy, the middle class, the “hard workers”.  The power of the state is manifest concretely in the military weapons it provides its police, the silence encountered when a police officer was asked for their badge number or to “please, lower your weapon – I am simply searching for my right to assemble.”

capitalism cannot be reformed

Slide 7: The realization that I had in Miami – after seeing the bloodied faces of journalists, the welts forming on the backs of those trying to escape the concussion grenades, was that our place in organizing as anarchists had to occur in other venues besides the street.  We had to engage our community and do it in a way that released all the political ideology to the wind.  The Really Really Free Market was born in Miami in 2003.

punks on a lawn

Slide 8: The RRFM is the newest iteration of franchise anarchism.  The idea is simple – bring what you don’t need and take what you do.  No money, no advertising, no bartering, no trading.  No swap meets, no charity events, no ticket booths, no entrance fee.  Put simply, everything is free.

really really free market

Slide 9: The RRFM builds community by directly engaging its individual pieces through the word that everyone loves – free.  There is nothing too small to offer, nothing turned away.  Music, haircuts, juggling lessons, recipes, plants, seeds, bike repair, puppet shows…

music

Slide 10: The idea of the RRFM is built on several concepts that had come and gone in the activist underground for decades.  The Diggers in San Franscico pioneered the idea, forming a community whose purpose was to give away the waste and the excess of the system.  Then came free stores, guerrilla gardening, Critical Mass bicycle rides…

screen printing

Slide 11: It is a way to reach children, show them the value of interacting with all types of people, teach them a new skill or send them home with something they may not have had access to otherwise whether it is an idea or a piece of clothing.

screen printed shirt

Slide 12: Free markets are great ways to distribute clothing, shoes, infant products to underserved or homeless individuals, thrifty parents, not-so-thrifty parents, students, elderly on fixed incomes… Bringing a large cross section of socio-economic classes together serves to build the framework in which the community in the free market space can see through differences and focus on common goals.

blanket of stuff

Slide 13: Another aspect of free markets in the idea of self-sufficiency especially in the realm of food security.  Seed saving skill shares and free plants create a situation where a small component of an individuals food needs may be offset by their own work.

plants

Slide 14: RRFMs since 2003 have spread to dozens of cities around the country with some of the most popular and longest running in North Carolina.  Greenville, Raleigh, Carrboro, Greensboro, Wilmington, Boone and Asheville have thriving markets and community continues to build around them.

hello my name is

Slide 15: Offshoots of free markets often occur in the form of food banks, skill share workshops, bike repair programs and the like which occur outside of the free market hours.

food not bombs food

Slide 16: A large component of the RRFM is Food Not Bombs, perhaps one of the best known and most popular examples of franchise anarchism in the world.  Starting from one location in the 1980s, Food Not Bombs now has hundreds if not thousands of events worldwide.

food not bombs

Slide 17: The idea is very simple – cook free food recovered from the waste stream and serve it to the hungry.  The organizational concept is easy to fit wherever there is food waste and hungry people., which, by the way, is everywhere.

FNB food

Slide 18: The Really Really Free Market concept, in my mind, is a way to use what has worked from the old models and appropriate those things to build a solid franchise.  The basis for are the tenets of anarchism: community based, non-hierarchical, inclusive, effective, non-governmental, do-it-yourself, consensus-based, and sustainable.

FNB soup

Slide 19: All of that is great, but resistance to building the kind of community where nothing is for sale can be a bit strong.  Food Not Bombs is frequently shut down using laws that prohibit the sale of food without a permit.  Police and politicians are unfamiliar with the idea of “free” anything and thus are a huge obstacle in the creation free flowing, non-permitted community activities.

FNB arrest

Slide 20: We are replacing a culture where neighbors are feared, We are replacing a culture where industry treats communities like dumps, We are replacing a culture where children play in the diseased clay of bad decisions, We are replacing a culture that says representative democracy is good enough, We are replacing a culture…

train bridge

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CFSA Farm Tour – Freedom Farms

Next stop on the farm tour was Freedom Farms.

Freedom Farms

Freedom Farms raises Dexter cattle, an endangered breed originally from Southern Ireland.  Dexters are the smallest true cattle, suitable for a small farm where a mixed use cow is important.  The Dexter is both a milking and meat cow, producing milk that is high in butterfat and a great tasting meat.

If you have ever wondered, we found out that nose rings are required for bulls over one year old if they are to ever enter a show ring.

dexter cattle

Freedom Farms runs a breeding program with their cows and takes them to shows all over the country.  Most of the cows are shown by kids through 4H programs.

Sally Coad

The cows are imprinted within twelve hours of birth, then the cow/calf pair are left completely alone for two weeks.

There are currently only 750 red dexter cows in the world, which highlights the importance of Freedom Farms’ breeding program.  The cows are bred at fifteen months, so the numbers can only increase at a slow increment (although during the birthing season the farm has one calf every ten days).

dexter cattle

Freedom Farms had a couple of freezers full of Dexter beef for sale during the tour.

meat basket

Mike and Noel were all over it, everything from ground beef to liver.

frozen meat

In late breaking news, Freedom Farms is now for sale

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Doug Jones – Seeds of Change pepper tasting

Doug Jones grows a lot of peppers, so many varieties that it was hard to get through the forty types represented at a recent taste testing.

The first twenty-two peppers were part of a Seeds of Change variety trial.

pepper flier

Triple 4, Ferrari, Cal-Wonder, Celica, Bendigo, Leher, Hershey, Double Up, Sprinter – the list seemed endless.  I ended up cutting some of the peppers for the tasting and found that there was a pretty big difference between many of the varieties.  It seemed some would be better suited for cooking while others were awesome right off the knife.

pepper buckets

Once on the table, the color breaks looked great; various shapes and sizes held to a colorful tablecloth.

pepper tasting

A few dozen people showed up for the event, so I hope that Doug received some great feedback for all his work.

people eating peppers

miles of peppers

The tasting was such a success that there is talk of a pepper festival next year.

sweet peppers

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CFSA Farm Tour – Vollmer Farm

I have never heard of a agricultural theme park, but during the CFSA farm tour I ended up at one.  Vollmer Farm is part organic farm, part u-pick strawberry and pumpkin patch and part crazy town.  “The Back Forty” as it is called is a farm themed amusement park complete with an Udder Run, a small train with the cars painted like Holstein cows.

Vollmer Farm

There is also a forty foot underground slide, a Corn Cube filled with dried corn (think of the ball jump) and a pumpkin slingshot.  And it was busy.

In a parking lot full of vehicles, ours was the only one there for the farm tour.  Farmer John Vollmer was kind enough to personally take us on the tour.  I liked John right from the start; he is the type of farmer who can make a friend in sixty seconds, sell you a bushel of pumpkins and keep on going.

John Vollmer

Originally a tobacco farm, the transition to pumpkins brought along the transition to organic and the beginnings of the theme park.  While John still raises organic tobacco transplants, there are no other tobacco plants on the land.  Vollmer Farm now focuses a lot of energy on u-pick organic strawberries and pumpkins as well as a 150 member second-year CSA.  Seven and half acres are currently certified organic with another three in transition.  Strawberries and asparagus are the main draws for their CSA membership.

asparagus and pickup trucks

This year Vollmer added eight different varieties of blueberries for a continuous harvest from June through September.  Trickle irrigation was installed for the root zone while overhead sprayers serve as frost/freeze protection.  By covering the emerging flowers with ice, the developing fruit stays above freezing thus saving the harvest.

Vollmer blueberries

A few years ago, John received a SARE grant to convert his tobacco greenhouse to vegetable production.  He now runs a baby lettuce operation, which he bags and sells at his farm stand.

baby lettuce

lettuce cutter

Photo by schlag!

The greenhouse is also home to thousands of strawberry transplants.

strawberry transplants

At the farm stand were piles and piles of squashes.  Cushaw squash -

Cushaw squash

Turban squash -

Turban squash

Indian River pumpkin -

Indian River pumpkin

Pie pumpkins -

pie pumkins

Photo by schlag!

Long neck butternut -

long neck butternut

Photo by schlag!

No farm tour would be complete without a dog accompanying the trip.

dog patrol

We returned from the tour to a much fuller parking lot, and still no one else coming for the farm tour.  Maybe folks came out for the tour but got sucked into the amusement park.  Either way, the farm was very busy and seemed very successful.

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Like Weeds We’ll Grow

BYOH

I do not look up to the people that mainstream culture considers heroes and role models.  Sports figures, TV personalities, cops, and politicians do nothing to inspire me or make me believe that they live any type of life that I would want to emulate.  My heroes are my friends, the people who are making things happen in their daily lives that have the capacity to change how the world works and change it for the better.

BYOH

It is profoundly more satisfying to sit on a porch talking with your heroes rather than watching them act like another person on television or race a car around a track or beat up people practicing what is left of their rights.

BYOB

My heroes dig in the dirt, work in offices, have short hair and long hair, piercings and tattoos, crisp shirts and ties.

BYOH

Photo by John Cranford

My heroes have trembling voices, strong voices or sometimes no voices at all.  They are all ages, from various backgrounds.  I learn from them and they learn from me, sharing practical information on fixing bicycle tires or picking wild edible plants, creating the type of community where no one wants for anything if they are willing to participate and work for each other and themselves.

BYOH

Art by Brandi Lee

My heroes are everywhere, and I meet more of them everyday.  They grow like weeds, through the cracks and crevices of society, immune to the herbicides dumped upon them.

Be Your Own Hero!

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