Five generation’s have scratched at this dirt. My father settled on mushrooms, after a variety of crops and careers, he found his niche. We have sold them, grown them, loved them and cursed them. I grew up in mushroom, playing in the compost pile.
I watch my children grow up here and play in this dirt, as I did. I see the eagerness in my son to carry this on. This gives me strength, it is my motivation, I am a custodian of this place. I am passionate about farming, land, and dirt. Watching growth is a great wonder, and mushrooms are no exception. It happens very quickly at times and to wrangle them into cultivation is an exciting and tumultuous experience.