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Published in the Wisconsin State Journal on July 14, 2011, titled:

Honor what came before the houses


The Undeniable Arrogance of Houses

It’s mulberry season again, and the bush along Johnstown Road nearest our house in Crawford County is dropping ripe berries birds haven’t managed to pick first.

During the day they accumulate on the road. During the night they disappear. The cycle repeats until mulberry season ends.

In the city, mulberries are a mess on the sidewalk. In the country they’re food for the usual suspects: deer, coyotes, foxes, raccoons and skunks. If I didn’t see berries ripening on the mulberry, skunks would announce their arrival by the faint scent that greets me as I go out to water the gardens.

This morning I left the house at sunrise to set out a sprinkler to water the last thirsty section of the gardens around my wife Peggy’s cottage. What is mulberry season to the bush along Johnstown Road is bee balm and larkspur season in the cottage gardens. They’re in full flower, having taken over from the fading foxtail lilies and the peonies.

The sun was well up when I finished watering, climbed back to Johnstown Road and began walking west toward the house. The sun was up and so was a skunk amid the berries on the road. No problem. I walked to the mailbox, leaned against it and watched the skunk clearing the road of berries. Then it ambled up the bank, passed close by the house, crossed the drive and disappeared into the forest at about the place where the resident raccoons appear every evening with their young that are now the size of puppies.

The daylight appearance of the skunk was slightly unusual. Like raccoons, they appear to prefer to move about at night. Still, the raccoons come out during the day to mix with the rabbits and chipmunks gleaning under the birdfeeders. What was more unusual within the natural order of the land this farm occupies was my appearance there to observe the skunk and the habits of the other life — not wildlife, life.

Peggy’s cottage was once the farm’s hog house. Before that it was probably the first farmhouse because its interior has the remnants of plastered walls, a brick chimney and a tiny loft. What Peggy and I call our house was the successor to the cottage. But like the current house, barn and other outbuildings here, it is an intrusion on the life of the land, as is Johnstown Road. And because of that, this morning I did not quietly walk into the house, uncase the rifle and walk back out to shoot the skunk.

In the 10 years we’ve owned this farm we’ve shared our house with mice, a number of persistent groundhogs, snakes, wrens and sparrows and bats, bees and the usual smaller flying things.

Except for the mice, we’ve managed to help this life with what it wanted most, a way out of the house. Just like football players, given the choice, they will run or fly to daylight. They all knew they were better off outside.

In truth, so are we. But most of us have lost the capacity to exist comfortably without houses, and so we build them to wall off the outside. We do this to provide ourselves with comfort and a place to raise our young. Nevertheless, the building of houses within the natural order is our arrogance on display; the bigger the house, the broader the lawn, the greater the arrogance.

Do we have a house, buildings and lawns on our farm? Sure. But when I go out in the morning to water flowers, I do keep in mind that most of them are not native to the region, that the cottage and house did not spring naturally from the earth, and that the ancestors of the skunk eating mulberries this morning from the paved surface of Johnstown Road were there, doing fine, before the road, or any of us, were here.

Copyright 2011 Karl Garson

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Published in The Wisconsin State Journal on May 6, 2011as

Land shows us the way back

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Getting Back to Nature’s Basics

by Karl Garson

“He’s overeducated,” is a sentence I hadn’t heard in a long time until I wandered recently into a local convenience store and overheard it from a conversation at one the little tables hidden in the back of the place–tables where the locals gather to exchange gossip and their views on everything that they believe, except  on Sunday mornings.

To be declared overeducated in rural America is to be sentenced to the life of an outcast. The utterance is to rural America what “a little knowledge is a dangerous thing” is to anyone who makes time in their lives for serious thought. Thus, while knowledge seems dangerous to one side it seems equally dangerous to the other, but for different reasons. If knowledge was a coin its sides would read yes and no and the minds entertaining that knowledge would be marked open and closed.

When we bought this farm 10 years ago we thought it would sustain a small hay and dairy operation. We’d be building upon the years of hard work by previous owners and getting back to basics which, for us, included being wholly organic. All it would take was an investment in equipment and livestock. The barn had, and still has, 21 stanchions to hold dairy cattle while they’re being milked. Sure, there are more efficient systems than that, but that’s what was at hand.

The first summer the most productive valley land flooded–twice. The previous owner had disclosed that probability and so it wasn’t exactly an eye opener. Still, we thought, “That can’t happen a lot, can it?” Turns out, it can. The valley land has flooded every summer since but one.

That first autumn we climbed Helgerson Ridge, the steep hill rising behind the farmhouse. Looking at the valley below us we saw that the creek that now runs along the south edge of the valley once ran through its middle. The depression left in the land by time was clear as was the realization that the floods were water’s way of trying to find its way back home. The land that we had considered farmland was actually an extended wetland. Our initial view of the land as part of the economic system was clashing with the land’s original destiny as part of the ecosystem. We had a decision to make. It would take an open mind, study of the history of the land, close observation, patience and postponing the purchase of equipment and livestock.

After seven years on the farm we had a pond dug into the lowest part of the former stream bed we’d first observed from Helgerson Ridge. It immediately attracted Blue Herons to feed on the frogs that appeared quickly there. The next summer Wood Duck tried it out. Early last autumn a pair of Sandhill Cranes appeared, the first we’d seen in our part of the valley. This spring we observed a family of mink along the pond’s margins.

And so the decision we’ve made recently was not difficult. Our 100 acres, our steep hills, deep valley and spring-fed stream, our Everdene should be a fully functioning part of the ecosystem, not a marginal, struggling part of the economic system. It should be what it has been trying to be against the odds that had been stacked against it.

To accomplish this change we’ve decided to ask for help from the U.S. Department of Agriculture’s Crawford County Farm Service Office, specifically from the Natural Resources Conservation Service side of the office in Prairie du Chien. We’ll listen to what they have to say, what programs are available and rely on their knowledge and advice, or, as some may see it, their overeducation. To this we’ll add our own studies of the land and its primal ecosystems and decide how to proceed, using the education that nature has been patient enough to give us.

Copyright 2011 Karl Garson

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