Interview with @Wildflower-Farm 15.04.2025
Thank you very much Amanda that i can interview you for the forum!! 🙏🙏 I have 20 questions and this is part I. If you dont want to answer a question, I can of course make a new one!! 😊😇😇 Many thanks!! 🌞🌈🌞
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1: How long have you been a member of PPG and what do you think of it? Are there things you like the most? And what do you think can maybe be improved?
I am quite new to PPG. I like it's focus on bringing the international community together. Hmm I could offer things to improve. But I am not sure it would be fair for me to do that at this juncture. I feel like I am still very new, and I don't know enough about it yet, and I try not to make snap judgements without time to really explore people, the community, the whole thing. So what needs fixing, the jury is still out. I will say the ads are obnoxious. Beyond that I don't feel as though I have a right at this time to criticize anything about this space.
2: Can you describe where you live? And do you like it? Will you ever live in a different place or do you hope to stay in your home forever?
Sure, ok, so I live on a small 5 acre loosely 2 hectare piece of land surrounded mainly by woods, on what is called a homestead. Homesteading goes back to the early settlers of this country. It is the practice, of creating a self sufficient independent small farm that relies solely on the farmer and is designed to feed the farmer and their family rather than as a market farm producing food for the public. Often especially today, homesteads can be found in less populated areas usually out in nature but more and more even in the suburbs. I am in a very very rural suburb of Boston, a small farming community of under 3000 people. There are some small market farms here and people like me and many other kinds of people but this town is a bit of a farming community with a long (by american standards,) proud history of farming.
On my homestead, I have fruit trees, berry bushes, large gardens of food, a greenhouse for winter food, a chicken coop, a goat pen, etc... There is also a swimming pool. I put that in after I nearly died working outside due to heat stroke last year.
My way of life is rather old fashioned. I spin wool into yarn and knit it, I sew, I bake my own breads and mill my own flour. Make my own household cleaners and produce my own self care products. To live on a homestead as I do is to wear many many many hats, and develop a wide range of skill sets.
I came here because of allergies. I had to find clean food which is hard to get even buying organic in this country. I am allergic to the off label chemicals and preservatives, deathly allergic with the hospital bills to prove it. Once out here it took time but I learned to love this place and this way of life it was unlike anything I had ever done before. I never imagined I would live this way. I became very in awe of the earth itself living this way. I developed a new goal which was to try to create an example of a way to live that was environmentally clean and non harmful, without losing the important modern amenities we all live on. To show this world it can be done. So that is what I do now. I keep seeking and implementing new ways to be clean and functional.
My farming community, is tiny by the standards of my nation and state. I come from Massachusetts, and the great city of Boston, where live educational facilities such as Harvard and MIT. This state is fiercely liberal as am I. It also has some of the longest most interesting history in the country. From the signing of the declaration of independence to the tea party to the witch trials in Salem, to some of the early Harvard men and their philosophy that lead to places such as Fruitlands in Harvard, and Emerson's community in Concord, to the great molasses spill in the North End of 1919. You can still on super hot days in the summer smell the molasses.
Boston, is a large city. Originally called Shawmut, by the native americans in the area. It was probably the first area to be ummm "civilized."
I live out in the middle of the state where there be dragons on the map. The city is about an hourish to the east of me as is the ocean. This state is also called The Bay State, as we have a bay. Out west of me about an hour you get mountains. Mount Washington, is probably the most remote place in the state.
Massachusetts is known for Tom Brady, movies like Good Will Hunting among others, Whitey Bulger and by the way has anyone seen him? High education, medical industry, liberalism,.... We tie with Rhode Island which developed out of a religious dispute with some of our early religious fundis, for the most atheist state in the nation though due to also commonly being known as American Ireland, we also have plenty of catholics.
Massachusetts, is on the east coast about a 12 hour drive from the Canadian border. We are in an area known as New England. New England, also includes Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Connecticut, and Rhode Island. I like to say New York, is an honorary member in spirit though unofficially.
I used to like my home very much. I love Massachusetts.... But I feel like this country has completely lost it's mind. Canada the 51st state? Tariff wars? A bloviated orange bag of turds in the whitehouse.... Deporting innocent people to hell holes... I don't recognize this place anymore. This is NOT the home I grew up in. I am deeply saddened and horrified and troubled too by this place lately.
I HAVE lived in other places. I have also done a lot of traveling and spent extended periods all over the place. At one time I would have said no. I will never live anywhere else again. I am done. Now that things have become insane.... I am open to returning to some parts of eastern and western Europe and I have been oggling a house in Canada as a possible relocation place as well, if things continue as they are here. I want no part of what is happening here now.
3: Where did you grow up when you were still super young? Do you like your life now more or when you were with your parents?
I grew up in Central Square Cambridge, in a giant house that was home to a collection of international Buddhist hippies. It was founded by a zen master of the Korean Jogye Order. I want to say it was founded sometime in the 70s but I was born in 1980 so I am actually not sure. I know my parents lived there at least 4 years prior to my birth. It was a commune located kind of right neat both MIT and Harvard, and not far from BU and BC... So we had a lot of college professors from all over the world and doctoral students, and nobel prize winners passing through. The average length of stay for people was between 6 months and 2 years though some were there a lot longer. People interested in zen meditation from all over the world made it their home. 5 bathrooms 50 people, 1 kitchen. We ate together, in summer at least when I was little there was only 1 air conditioner on hot nights we carried our pillows to the Dharma Room and slept on the meditation cushions. It was a tight knit community. It was home and every person living there growing up was a member of my family. They all called my folks by their first names. I learned too not to call them mom and dad but by their first names cuz that is what everyone around me called them... When I was a teenager we moved out.
We then lived in a city subburb about 30 minutes from home (the commune) in a town called Lexington. I was not a fan of Lexington. A lot of wealthy snotty well educated through books, no life experience beyond their super white wealthy community people. It was very hard, growing up I had not known tv or most movies, or even a lot of modern culture that most children had access to. So trying to then build relationships with these kids my age who seemed to be from another planet and likely saw me the same way was difficult. In my teens I slept 1 mile from Lexington Green, where The Shot Heard Round The World Was Fired, at some obscene hour of morning. Every year they used to re-enact it and I would get worken up by the sound of some dumb ass in a costume firing blanks from an archaic musket , which was annoying. For those unfamiliar with this shot, it was literally the shot that began the revolutionary war. The first shot fired.
I loved the commune. I loved my life there. I loved my family there. I still miss them... Even though they were always changing moving in and then disappearing.... I still look for them in crowds, kinda like the parent of a missing child still looks in crowds of kids for their own that is missing... I can't help it, because I don't know what became of most of them... All I can do is hope that they moved on and that their lives have been amazing . Out here, I feel isolated sometimes and I am. But I LOVE what I am doing out here. It wasn't part of my life plan. At first I was unsure. But now I can't imagine living any other way. But is one better than the other? I dunno... I am not the same child that I was in my early days... So would I like it as much as I liked it then? I doubt it actually. Though at the time, I can't imagine a better place for me.