I have, for the past couple of months, been working part time on my friend's family farm. Located at the south end of the Sequatchie Valley in Tennessee, not far from the Georgia and Alabama borders, sits the Sequatchie Cove Farm. What started out as a CSA vegetable farm has turned into a wonderland of grass fed beef, heritage breed hogs, Katahdin sheep, chickens, a full dairy and cheese operation, rows of healthy berry bushes, and yes, still a bunch of vegetables.
So, I ask you, what better way is there to celebrate our collective americanism than to hang out on a farm, waltzing thru the fields, swimming in the swimming holes, and then eat some piggy that just a short time ago, was doing the very same thing, on the very same farm.
solar panels facing off against the sun-worn shed
on the Little Sequatchie that was, "as werm as baith werter"
mule wagon with van seats