This incarnation of Pairodox Farm is its second, the first having been established in the Hoosier state of Indiana. I was about to say that, together these places have been a large part of our lives for nearly a quarter century … but that would have been untrue … together these places have been our entire lives for nearly a quarter century. Surely we did raise two talented young women and Joanna and I have always held real jobs. [I digress to point out that I do not mean to imply that parenting, farming, or being a fiber artist aren’t real jobs and do not represent real work. They most certainly are and do. What I meant by saying that we both held real jobs was that we were both paid by other people for providing services for them; and this is what pays the bills … a reality that many who have lived this sort of life will understand.] These places, these farms, have been the nuclei around which our lives have revolved and crystalized. Living these places (note the construction) has encouraged us to learn, work, improve, and to care – they have defined us as individuals, as a married couple, and as a family. The Australian aboriginals say that We don’t own the land, the land owns us. That thought notwithstanding, this life we have led has resulted in a feeling of accomplishment and of ownership of the ground we have worked. This land is alive and we have been and are responsible for keeping it healthy. Joanna refers to the trees as hers. What she means, with a tip of her hat to the Australians, is that she is concerned for the well-being of the trees on this property. [When a crew subcontracted by the electric company came up the drive to announce that they were going to bring the trees back from the power lines Joanna announced, in no uncertain terms, that no one was going to top her trees. When, in support of a road-widening project, the folks from the highway department spray-painted a line just inches from mature and productive Sugar Maples Joanna stood firm (literally) with her bare toes on that line while very large backhoes dug along it (and not a millimeter beyond).] The birds, the deer, the wildflowers, and yes … even the views of the stars … are ours. They are our responsibility.  Not everyone feels this way about environmental stewardship. Hopefully those who follow us here will.


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