No one ever said, 'Nick you should blog about the farm', but I have been a long and possibly compulsive documenter of seeming asinine misadventures, this not withstanding. So in all honesty I think this is another personal exercise being documented, but this time it is not completely for myself but for anyone who cares to read my writing, which I generally hate to share. My ambition is to write so I can later remember how it all came together; how stepping out on a thin limb can support a dream or it can snap, sending you to the ground only to find that the dream is still alive. When I was 10 or so I remember going to Walla Walla, Washington, once famous for the 'Walla Walla Sweet' now turned 'Napa of Washington', which is garbage by the way, Walla Walla has much tastier vino, and remembering the vastness of the land surrounding my Grandparents house. I would spend hours walking around their two acres, exploring the outbuildings and handling tools of a world long ago lost. I think on those walks I found a desire to one day kneel a little closer to mother earth and see what she had to offer and if I had what it took to try. Maybe more than anything I wanted to understand how a little seed grows into something thousands of times it's original size simply by being patient and persistent.
The greatest virtue of man is perhaps curiosity ~Anatole France~