I suppose it’s time to dive into the juicy shit. Figuratively. I would like to introduce the term farm sexual and farmcore for general public use. Yes, I identify as a farm sexual (folks who wear carhartt black/tan overalls, boots only acceptable at punk shows, and who generally look like your neighborhood barista but work in the sun all day). One mustn't be too picky while looking for love. There isn’t anything more attractive than a punk kid cultivating fields, tbh. Unfortunately, I have yet to find one that isn’t snatched.
I’ve been living with pretty bad seasonal depression…..cough, cough…..chronic depression/bipolar disorder……I mean seasonal depression recently. The rain in North Cali is nice, it beats down on my tin roof and is really quite magical; however, being trapped inside most of the time is difficult for Blue and I.
Anyway, to help sooth the mind fuck that is being cooped up all day my go-tos are lavender essential oil, chamomile rose tea, ashwagandha, and I like burning thyme and rosemary sprigs.
I am also quite excited to be starting an all women’s book club with friends. Our first book is Emergent Strategy by Adrienne Brown. I highly recommend for all farmers, women, men, and educators to take a look at this gem. She is super inspirational while urging us to be resilient in the face of a changing climate. Even in the wake of complete chaos and turmoil.