Winds of Fall

The shifting hues and strong blowing winds of fall, the descent of our boydoggy to the ranch’s soil, and the meat raised and delivered to a couple hundred homes needed to permeate with less words. ⁣
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Tethering the roots, the leaves, the blades and petals, the hooves, the rumens, the impulse of life and lineage, the piglet tails and butting lambs heads, the births and blood and final moments, the fuel and flowers and feathers, the bones and the water - this colossal collective mind of the more-than-human web - to the financial structures, expectations, pace and regulations of our society is a lot to ask of mere mortals. Jeremiah stays steady as the sun, but from time to time I pull myself into my den, like the octopus protecting herself from the shark. Eventually the swell shifts, sunlight shines through the kelp forest and out she slithers. In this very moment the sideways sunlight of fall verging on winter deepens the color of our crimson red barn, it illuminates the golden grass, it pulls the lavender from the sky and I feel like saying hello too. ⁣
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As small business owners trying to build something “other” we cannot do this right without your trust, without you being in that ocean of change with us. Our deepest gratitude for the beautiful gifts, the handwritten letters and cards, the flowers, the comments, the books, the sharings over the past month. Our land family connected to you and yours, exactly what we set out to do. Our gigantic freezer is still half full ready to be organized for our November and December deliveries once the last of the lambs and hogs walk their final days. Diligence and love, friction and permission, hours and seasons mix on