Farming Club

I’d like to catalyze a movement in this country that rebuilds a nation of farmers. Not another generation of John Deere-driving commodity growers, but millions of Earth-caring, soil-is-my-life, stewards-of-place, neoagrarians who’d make Wendell Berry swoon. After an injury and with the help of a handful of friends, I’ve stumbled onto a way that might happen: through local farming clubs. In January 2024, a severe ice storm struck Oregon’s Willamette Valley. On my family’s farm, tree limbs had snapped and were lying across fencing, so I got to work with a pole saw.