Did you know that over 1/3 of the carbon added to the atmosphere since 1850 has come from exposing soil to the air through tilling and deforestation? Tilling soil exposes the stored carbon to the atmosphere. (see this) Not only does tilling release carbon, contributing to climate change, it also devitalizes soil, creating the need for fertilizers and pesticides. It is even possible to farm in a large way. Here is an agribusiness farmer who has been working no till for over 25 years.
Many farmers, like us, are farming without tilling. No tilling mimicks nature, where there is a natural fertility and growth with regular mulching from leaf fall. Just dig up some soil in the woods and take a look at it. The soil will have worms and bugs, smell deeply fragrant and feel moist and crumbly in your hands. Tilled soil is dense, with little fragrance and without life. Tilling leads to dead soil.
Today, Zoe and I are driving the Worcester to attend the NOFA winter conference. (Northeast Organic Farmers Association) We’ll be meeting and talking to other farmers and attending workshops all day. I’ll write a blog post about our experience soon.
In the mean time, the temperature has gone up more than 70 degrees from a week ago. From -20 to 59. Yesterday the rain began and it’s still going. Most of the snow turned to slush and then ran down hill in rivulets of water. Because the ground is so deeply frozen, all of the water is running off into our stream. As I sit here now with the window wide open, I can hear the water crashing through. This is the highest I’ve seen it so far. This photo is from the day after. Already the water is a foot lower than yesterday. It was so high one could have white water kayaked down it.
With the rain, yesterday the air was filled with dense fog. Clouds blew around like beings all day.
Zoe and I took a walk out in the rain with the dogs. About a mile from home, unfortunately, Oscar was surprised by a porcupine.
If I had seen it first, I could have warned him and he would not have gone for it. But he saw this one before me and he dove on it. Zoe and I removed 50 plus quills from his lips, tongue, palate and muzzle with pliars, something I’ve done many times. Poor guy.
Today the temperature will fall 55 degrees, down to below zero again. Crazy.
Vancouver was a month ago! So much gets packed into such a short period in this modern life. It’s rich and full, churning, dense, flavorful.
Cool May Evening. I just had a series of sneezing fits. This picture was taken two nights ago when I took a Quabbin walk with the dogs. I went in at Gate 21, the sad sad gauntlet down to the water, and took a left I’d never taken. It took me up a trail that seemed to run along a bit of a ridge until the trail just ended. The place it ended looked like a trumpet mushroom swamp to check out later in the summer. I followed the hill down down along this river. We had to cross it where it got narrow, and Pumpkin jumped over a wide space between the rocks that looked down over rushing water. It would have swept her down had she fallen, and she seemed to know it. But she bravely jumped the divide and then seemed so proud of herself. She started grabbing sticks and shaking them like she knew she was tough stuff.