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crop mob at last

I finally made it to my first Crop Mob! This has been happening on monthly basis for at least 2 years and I’ve been meaning to go for just that amount of time, get the email every month, say I should go, even sign up and… you know the drill. Anyway, it’s a very simple concept, people show up at local farms that could use some hands to weed, shovel manure, top-dress seedlings. You get to work about 9:30 and when you’re done it’s lunchtime provided by some local, farm-to-table-sympathizing eatery. Today it was vegetarian gumbo from Five Season Brewery—some of us were kind of relieve about the vegetarian part, but it wasn’t because we were picky.

The location was East West Farm in May-retta (sorry, i can’t help but say it like that). It’s a bizarre little piece of property on the Barrett Parkway, just off the Dallas Highway (Whitlock Ave), so not far out of town and, as you would expect, wedged between 2 appropriately-named subdivisions (Bolton Abbey and Green Acre Farms or some such). It’s one of those crappy little 1940s bungalows or early ranches that you see, sheathed in asbestos shingles and often overgrown, pokeweeds at the picture window, a property just waiting for the recession to end. But this one is lived in, a lived in well. D and family are new to the area, having started this farm up just this past year, he has a small truck garden in the side yard, a profusion of newly planted fruit trees, a dairy cow and 2 calves and a bevy of chickens. All this just over the back fence from one of those over-sized multi-gabled vinyl-sided boxes. In fact, the neighbor had a full view of our chicken slaughtering operation. Well, to be honest, I was not helping with that, I shoveled woodchips, weeded, and side-dressed the kale seedlings, just getting close enough for some good photos of the poultry processing (80 or so I heard?).


all roads lead to Rome


B (that is to say Bill) was game enough to come along with me on a pretty awesome road trip this past Saturday. So far, not one of these easement inspections has been dull. Finally, a witness to the wonderful affability of folks in small-town Georgia. We breezed through Mae’retta with a stop for lunch at Dave’s BBQ—which is kin and exactly like Community Q down in Decatur so i can highly recommend it—and found our way into Rockmart where we had a nice chat with Mr. _ of the house there, took some pictures and moved on to Rome. He attempted to use his phone, but really, i’d mapped out the way old school (with google you know) and a back-up highway map so there was no need for fancy gadgets, besides, we remembered, all roads lead to Rome right? at least the straight ones?

Rome, it turns out, has an acropolis, I noticed it right off, towering over the western end of downtown, just across the river that looked so good and cool and ready for an intertube. But first we had to step off the downtown blocks, surprising in the commerce they displayed. At the very last stop on the list the owner of the building was sitting outside and made a point to stop us. We soon were getting a whole history lesson on Rome (which we’d been speculating about for the last hour or so), the trade, industry, and recent years in the city’s life. Mr. W showed us historic photos and postcards and then we hit him with what we really wanted to know, where could we find some ice cream or a popsicle around here?? Well, he said, I’ve got fudgesicles. and up he went to his apartment to grab us 2 each, PERFECT! he’ll get a very good report.

So, ice cream craving satisfied, we needed water, we thought about going back to our friend again, but decided we might find a faucet in the cemetery. We headed over the river, dreamed of jumping in it and the trekked on up the steep sides of the terraced acropolis. I have never seen anything like this place. The was insanely steep, you would never want to walk straight up the front side of a thing like that, the best you could’ve done is crawl, but they’d terraced the thing and put steps between terraces and had been burying people there for well over a century, nigh on 2 centuries i imagine though we didn’t hunt out the oldest markers. The trees were incredible as well and local Romans seem to enjoy the place as much as we did, or at least I, cause, as you know, i love cemeteries. One fellow was sitting in some shade near the top reading a book, looked like he’d been there all day. We filled the water bottle, drained it, and filled it again. i think we were out again by the time we got back down. It was all quite incredible.

this Friday: Gray, Eatonton, Madison and a haircut with Artee (:

terraced cemetery