Down On The Farm

It’s raining here after a week of dry weather.

It’s easier when it’s dry.

I used to think that it would be kind of “cool” to live on a commune.

What can I say? I was born in 1960 and grew up some in California….there were some hippies around back then….

Now, I just want people to stay out of my stuff….stay out of my face.

I’d be a bad one for a commune.

I like to share….but not on that level.

I guess that I’m just a selfish Capitalist at heart.

Maybe it’s just the appeal of letting my beard get big….maybe that’s the appeal of a commune….

Here’s a couple of documentaries¬†about The Farm in Tennessee.

It’s one of the oldest communes around….now called a “collective”, I guess.

There has been a lot of people who’ve passed through The Farm at some point….for a lot of different reasons.

The farm has an excellent midwifery program….lots of kids were born on the Farm with Ina May Gaskin’s help.

Maybe, in the end, that would be the most effective way to use this new property that we’ve purchased? A commune on 7 acres….tipis in the fields, people swimming in the nasty pond….loud Canned Heat playing on the sound system up at the Main House.

Our neighbors would love that.

Maybe that’s what “development” is all about?

Nahhhh…..that would drive me crazy.

I think that I’ll just put up some of those “POSTED” signs, instead.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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