January Vibes: Third Way Farm and the Regenerative Ag Movement

The news that 2024 is the hottest year on record, with the past decade being the hottest in history, left us feeling overwhelmed by the weight of climate change on our generation. But at Third Way Farm, we focus on what we can do—regenerating the earth through sustainable practices like no-till farming, crop rotation, and working with nature to restore soil health. The small, intentional actions—whether it’s caring for the soil, supporting the community, or providing people with healthy, locally-grown food—give us hope. It’s not easy, and we don’t always get it right, but through these efforts, we can make a real difference, one small step at a time.

Seeds

Just when I couldn’t figure out where God was calling me, I gently tucked flower seeds into the dark and soft soilonly to discover a deep sense of purposeso many lessons from what was about to come. These seeds have taught mejoy and belonging and also that beautiful things require a time of darkness and unknown and dare I say angerA time of patience and waitingA time of hardship and struggleA time of rain that will try to bring you down and topple over your fragile branches Tweets and chirps and rumors that your blooms won’t produce a profit whispers among the wind that your fruits won’t measure up or produce a worthy bloom worth of your time and efforts. But yet these seeds grow into something that can bear the weight of the storm the gnawing from the pests. The sun returns and the stem rises up tall towards the sun again, tuning out the distant whispers in the wind and tuning into the beauty of the birds songs instead.There’s nothing to prove dear bloom. These seeds bring lifebring nectar bring honeybring friends and strangers and folks who help tend your soil and your soul. And those who don’t. These seeds die and witherAnd are then reborn all over again. Only to start the whole thing all over. I CLING to these seeds and I hold them as close to my soul as I can. Together we grow and we struggle. We bloom and we wither. We unite together in storm and sun. All together we embrace the reciprocity of one another. And they humble me and strip me to my core, where I fall to my knees and praise our God for the gift of these seeds.​-Michelle Shireman 

A Labor of Love

A few summers ago, I spent it touring farms in the south. Farmer Clinton C. Boyd Jr. was one of the two black farmers I met on the tour. He has a beautiful property in Montgomery, Alabama, and spends his time trading produce with neighbors or donating it to food banks and organizations. His reasoning? Farming is a labor of love. He came to farming after retiring from the military. In search of deep and meaningful work, he found that he could sustain his family and community through land stewardship. I find his story deeply curious because he mentioned his passion; music. After being drafted into war, he became a 25th Infantry Division band member and the first Black Sergeant Major at the Army School of Music. ​He wanted to continue pursuing music, but leaving the army meant struggling to find gig work, and struggling to find gig work meant a change of plans. I don't know that he came to farming out of passion. But I know he came to farming out of value: valuing autonomy, providing for his family and community, and hard work. Since meeting Sergeant Boyd, I've spent much time thinking about what it means to live in my passion in addition to living in my values. I remember entertaining this conversation with a professor who said that all his passionate friends in the '60s and '70s who took to the streets in support of women's rights and black lives, protesters who were anti-war and anti-establishment, now live quiet, conservative lives as bank tellers and tax auditors. Nothing wrong with those careers! But their passion and zest for justice has fizzled, and he's found it challenging to get them involved in modern social issues. The promise they made to themselves in their 20s to stay vigilant has been followed by years of inaction.Life post-lockdown has presented the same parallels. Awareness about the gravity of the climate emergency was at the forefront of our minds; community-supported agriculture was at an all-time high. People consumed less and cooked more. Conversations about racist policies and systemic oppression led those to take to the streets to support black lives. People crowdfunded money to help neighbors who lost jobs or lost family members. Organizations were overrun with donations and volunteers. 2020 was a time of reflection, and revolution was brewing. I would have never guessed that the years following would mean much of a return to the same old—a return to normalcy, gluttony, over-consumption, and a lack of introspection. I'm afraid our impassioned promises to one another have also proven empty.I've found less and less that I am motivated by stories of passion. Passion is an emotion, and emotions are fleeting. Passion feels more like an identity we sell ourselves. I'm a passionate person. Living solely in an emotional trance and less in our values. And I can turn to farming to demonstrate why.Farming these past six months has been passionate, sure, but mostly grounding. Living and working closely with other 20and30somethings meant witnessing what it looks like to live in one's deeply rooted values. 20and30somethings who are passionate, yes, but aren't chasing the sheer sense of euphoria that comes from revolution. Those who have found a revolution in everydayness, the mundane and the cyclical. I work with those who, through a love for food, a deep reverence for the earth and its people, and curiosity about better systems and better practices, have found it in themselves to be disciplined and committed. To live lives that are virtuous but not virtue-signaling. They value their community and themselves. They don't exist in search of euphoric passion, hoping to be inspired to do better; they are simply living in their better, in the now. I am surrounded by people in their 20sand30s who are doing the more challenging things. Treading through cow manure and bird poop because animals grazing on fresh pasture is just that important. 20and30somethings that can maintain hundreds of CSA shares and deliver produce to numerous restaurants. Can build relationships with elderly neighbors and lovely community members. Can sustain an every Saturday farmers market and weekend chores. With love, can split the load of weeding, planting, harvesting, composting, bed prep, deliveries, and animal care because better food systems and quality agriculture practices are just that important. I am confident that their commitment to this work- their curiosity and their discipline- will exceed every impassioned political trend. They are people who wake up each day with a deep sense of the things they value, and a desire to follow through. It's not our heightened awareness in moments of political strife that are the most important. What matters most is our follow through.Fortunately, this time I've spent as a farmer has confirmed my suspicion: passion isn't a prerequisite for disciplined action. I can assure you that the romance of the first strawberry harvest, or the first okra harvest, is followed by itchy arms, welts, and rashes. Gorgeous heirloom tomatoes require months and months of meticulous pruning and pest resistance. Ask any farmer, and they will tell you that farming can often be uncomfortable or taxing. Cute animals on fresh pasture means rotational grazing in the rain (with wet socks and damp clothing) or the sun (even when that sunshine brings temperatures to 100 or more degrees.) Working through poor air quality, extreme heat, or cold, rainy days is often more difficult than many farmers let on. A commitment to a no-till, regenerative farm is a commitment to more work. A commitment to greater intention. And yet it’s still important that we do it anyway.This isn’t to romanticize some sort of martyrdom or self-sacrifice. High suicide rates in the farm sector tells us otherwise. But that our commitment to a better world is often a lot less romantic than we care to admit, and it’s still important that we do it anyway. Farming has shown me that the most critical and revolutionary work is done meticulously and consistently, even if it fails. It has shown me that we are obliged to the process even when crops may one day be taken over by weeds, insects, or diseases. Farming has shown me that we are still obliged to our values even when the euphoric sense of revolution is behind us, not in front.I'd argue that much like farming, true revolution is in the small moments. I love the phrase labor of love that farmer Boyd referenced earlier. Because farming, like any revolution, is laborious long before the love of said labor can ever be witnessed. It is laborious long before the season's first crop is actualized. I think farming has taught me to fall in love with the process just as much, if not more, than falling in love with the outcome. I have found a true revolution in these 20and30somethings.

Tomato Time

The beginning of July. Out with the sweet red of strawberries and in with the red fruit of tomatoes. Red, and orange, yellow, and purple, first green, sometimes pink, solid, striped, and tie dyed. Most of the year we are asked, “Do you have tomatoes yet?” Short answer, yes. When tomatoes are not in our hands and bellies, they live in our hearts and minds. The tomato plant (scientifically called Solanum lycopersicum) is a solanaceous crop, in the family of many familiar foods like eggplant, potatoes, and peppers. All solanaceous crops are flowering, simply put - flowers give way to fruit via pollination. Tomatoes are native to South America and were later cultivated in Europe. So by some geographic technicality, a tomato could be considered a tropical fruit! The Mexican word tomatl turned to the Spanish tomate and then the English tomato. The Italian word for tomato is pomodoro (that pasta pomodoro you love means tomato pasta). Pomodoro translates to “golden apple,” meaning some of the first varieties of tomato grown in Italy were likely yellow. The original wild plants were more ornamental and the fruits were much smaller. After years and years of planting, growing, harvests, and seed saving experiments, the varieties we know and love today came to be.  Start to finish, tomatoes are around the farm in some way. Seeds are snuggled up in their bags during the winter, sown in late winter, planted early spring, grown, pruned, and harvested through summer, then finally cut out in the fall.In the early days of March we get busy with sowing. Beefsteak, Cherokee, Sungold, and many, many more (there is even a variety called Kellogg's Breakfast)! It is hard to believe that seeds no bigger than the top of a pin grow to tower over us. After the seeds get cozy for a while with their soil trays warmed by heat mats, they are moved out to our greenhouse to spend time soaking up the sunshine. Once the plants are mature, they are planted into various plots on the farm. There is an entire white high tunnel filled with hundreds of tomato plants. Like most plants, people, and animals, tomatoes appreciate good friends. Nasturtium and marigold flowers are companions to tomatoes, they attract beneficial insects that drive away pests and bees that pollinate. Countless hours are spent trellising and pruning, this supports the plants and ensures they produce fruit all season long. And finally, after months and months of lots of the utmost love and care comes the fruit! Flowers turn to fruit, green gives way to all the beautiful colors and flavors of tomatoes. The harvest is what we look forward to all year long, it is worth the wait and such a joy to share with the community.My personal favorite way to eat tomatoes is straight up, cherry tomatoes are like candy. An heirloom tomato the size of my head, sliced with salt and pepper. I learned this next one last summer, it’s one of those no measurements just do what feels right recipes:Heat a generous amount of olive oil or butter in the pan. Sauté onion, garlic, cherry or diced  tomatoes until cooked down into a sauce. Salt and pepper and add herbs to taste. Chop your favorite Third Way Farm sausage, add to the pan and cook to perfection. I personally love the hot Italian, I like to add smoked paprika for an extra kick, too.  Serve over pasta, rice, potatoes, or on its own!Paintings! I'm painting tomatoes this weekend.

Summer... is the favorite.

Summer. In the hush of winter and hopefulness of spring, memories and stories of the season to come comfort my longing for sunshine. Morning mist and dewy grass wash away the respite of winter. Harmonies of chirping of birds and hums of bugs become the soundtrack of my days. Blossoms turn to leaves, azaleas and peonies burst open. The bees come back around. I smell bonfires and hear the familiar echoes of laughter on the porch. Memorial Day weekend marks the unofficial start to summer, school is out and the pool opens up again. Farmers markets are back in full swing. My freckles come out from hiding, but suntan lotion is in the air. Burgers on the grill served with that beloved blue and red berry medley, cool whip on top if we are lucky. Towels laid oceanside littered with strawberry stems and sand. Tomato sandwiches and salad, everyday. Summer is the favorite. June 21st stamps the northern hemisphere with the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. I love the Midsummer traditions celebrated in Scandinavia, honoring the season of abundance and fertility with dancing, bonfires, flower crowns, and feasting. Summer is an occasion to celebrate with loved ones. At Third Way Farm, we have a big community dinner every week, potluck style. I love coming together with everyone over the fortunes of farm fare that we all had a hand in getting off the ground. Feasts celebrating such should be more often.While summer is often a period of recess and holiday for most, farmers are only getting started. All the work from last season to present, comes to fruition in summer. With sunshine ahead and summer rain storms in tow, the fields erupt overnight. Crop beds turn to rainbow seas of green, purples, pink, yellow, red, and blue. Riches of growth and life are evident in the abundance of beautiful vegetables, flowers, and fruit. Yes, fruit. ​Jamberry, by Bruce Degen was and is one of my favorite books from my childhood. A quick poem that chronicles the berry adventures of a little boy and a bear:Strawberry poniesStrawberry lambs Dancing in meadowsOf strawberry jam.  My mom always reminds me of her summers picking blueberries and the buttermilk pancakes her grandfather would make with them. And her bus driver, who also had a small you-pick strawberry farm. Few sounds compare to the satisfaction of the pop that comes from picking a strawberry of the plant. Few smells compare to that of a blue cardboard quart overflowing with berries. Few feelings compare to being sticky and red from the juiciest fruits. All year, we wait for the berries to come -- strawberries are the catalyst of the plenty to come. Raspberries, perfect for eating after capping them on your fingertips. White and black currants host a jelly-like tartness in their small fruits. Gooseberries are a sibling to currants, having a similar tartness. Goumi berries too are juicy and tart, akin to rhubarb and perfect for jam.Seasonality of fresh food has been washed away from our culture. All year, grocery stores are stacked with plastic crates of produce unblemished and fluorescent. Strawberries bigger than a golf ball in January, tomatoes soaked in pesticides. I recall eating berries so sour that only snowcaps of sugar would make them halfway sweet. This is not to say that there are not people growing these crops organically and mindfully out of season (hydroponic and greenhouse growers are rockstars). We remember the seasons outside the home, but forget to honor seasons of food in the kitchen. In a convenience oriented world, we forget to practice patience in so many ways. My heart explodes when I visit the farmers market and I see the community come together to support local farmers and artisans. Farmers dream of the days when everyone shops and eats locally. As long as the earth endures seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease.

Save Our Soil

Have you ever wondered what us farmers at Third Way Farm (TWF) mean when we describe our practices as “regenerative agriculture?” Well, it's actually a vital aspect of many farms around the world today as we recognize the negative consequences that derive from conventional agriculture techniques. In fact, according to Kiss The Ground, modern methods cause a “loss of topsoil, loss of biodiversity, desertification, habitat destruction, and air and water pollution.” These effects severely impact the state of our planet and contribute to the global climate crisis we face today. Due to the increasing awareness of agriculture’s impact on climate change, the urgency to adopt regenerative systems is evermore apparent. Interestingly enough, “regenerative” is just a new buzz word describing age-old farming methods indigenous cultures have been practicing for millennia. To solve the issues with conventional farming practices we must look back on ancient wisdom to secure a safe future for future generations to come. The main objective of regenerative agriculture is improving soil health. It may not seem crucial, but soil is our life force. Without healthy soil we cannot grow nutritious food to feed ourselves and our communities. To achieve this goal of soil health, soil organic matter must increase. How is this done here at TWF and other regenerative farms around the globe? Regenerative farmers follow some basic principles: disturb the soil as minimally as possible (employ a no-till system); keep the soil covered as much as possible, keep living roots in the soil, grow a diversity of crops, and incorporate animals in a rotational grazing system. Tilling is not ideal because it disrupts and may even destroy soil microorganisms, breaks up soil aggregates, and releases carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. We need microorganisms because they are what bring life to the soil and feed plant roots. Soil aggregates are a representation of the balance of all the right components in a healthy soil. Finally, when the soil is flipped over, all the carbon dioxide that was stored underground is released. This contributes to the build up of greenhouse gasses present in the atmosphere today that trap heat and warm the climate. Keeping soil covered as often as possible is key for protecting it and holding carbon in the ground. Think about land that has not been developed by humans, a forest perhaps. Are there many bare areas not covered by plant material, living or dead? Not really. Why is this? Mother Nature does not want to be naked; she must protect herself. Exposed soil leads to erosion because water and wind blow and wash it away. The ground must be covered to avoid the loss of topsoil because plants create a buffer against the wind and also help absorb water. Plant matter above the soil also photosynthesizes and feeds the microbes below the ground through roots exudates. Elizabeth and Paul Kaiser at Singing Frogs Farm in California perfectly describe these fluids as “liquid sun.” In exchange for this “liquid sun,” microorganisms feed plants nutrients from the soil they cannot obtain on their own. However, if the soil is not covered and there are no living roots in the ground, microorganisms would not receive the nutrients they need to thrive. In the context of farming, this has a cascade of negative effects. If the soil is left fallow for too long it will become void of nutrients. When crops are sown or planted there will not be a thriving population of microorganisms to nourish them. This then creates the need to spray synthetic fertilizers, which is another topic for another post. Larger organisms such as worms would also lose their food source with the loss of microorganisms. Worms are vital for aerating the soil which helps with water drainage and absorption. Additionally, worms are decomposers and break down organic matter into natural fertilizer. All in all, keeping the soil covered and full of living roots is imperative for the life of soil.Knowing how important the microorganisms are to healthy soil, it is clear that there needs to be a biodiverse population of them. This is done by growing a diversity of crops. Although all farms have their own context for employing regenerative practices, diversity is an underlying factor for all. When many different types of crops are grown together they support a rich tapestry of biology. Creating a diverse ecosystem helps prevent crop loss caused by pathogens or disease as some microorganisms help plants ward off these problems. Additionally, diversifying the vegetable portfolio on just one farm helps farmers stay economically successful. Regenerative agriculture is not only about soil resilience, but also the resilience of farmers and their communities. This way of farming supports farmers in such a way that they can still prosper even in the face of obstacles. For instance, if one crop succumbs to disease or gets destroyed in a bad storm, there are other products to sell and sustain the business. Some of the veggies we grow at TWF to reap this benefit are basil, beans, broccoli, carrots, cauliflower, cilantro, corn, cucumbers, fennel, kale, kohlrabi, onions, parsley, potatoes, swiss chard, radishes, tomatoes, turnips, and zucchini. Not only is diversity important in the vegetable field, it is also important to diversify the farm operation by including livestock. Now, not all farms require your typical livestock such as cattle, chickens, pigs, and sheep to be considered regenerative. Many regenerative market gardens are popping up around the world that only tend to veggies. However, this does not mean they do not have livestock. Regenerative practices promote soil health, which is the backbone for an entire ecosystems' health. With healthy soil comes all kinds of life such as bees, frogs, snakes, spiders, worms, and more. All this life is a sign of a thriving environment. Here at TWF we have all these animals and more. A major component of regenerative agriculture for us is rotational grazing for our cattle, sheep, and chickens. This practice includes creating many small paddocks or sections within a larger pasture using movable electric fencing. The animals are kept there for a short duration of time, one day is standard at TWF for our ruminants (cattle and sheep), and they eat the forage, poop, pee, distribute seeds, and break up the crust of the soil. All of these help support healthy soil… are you seeing the pattern? Then, once they have spent their time in one paddock, they get moved to the next one and continue the process. They will not return to any given paddock for a bit, 60 days is ideal, so that the pasture can regrow and the animals are less likely to come in contact with parasites. Other benefits of a rotational grazing system include a higher volume of perennials because the livestock are not given the opportunity to eat them down to the point where the plants will not grow back. With more perennials comes more green forage during dry seasons. Finally, this system increases the ability for pastures to sequester carbon from the atmosphere back into the soil. This is because there is a thriving community of plants to pull this carbon into the ground. On a side note, raising animals in this way needs to be a part of a cultural shift in farming practices in order to protect our planet. Many people understand meat consumption to be evil because animals, mainly cows, emit greenhouse gasses. However, this is a problem for factory farms where animals are raised indoors on corn and soy. When animals are raised as we raise them at TWF, they can actually be a solution to climate change. There are so many more aspects of regenerative farming that I could get into, but these are just some of the basics. If you want to learn more, join our viewing of the film, Kiss The Ground. It is a great overview of all the things I discussed here and it will help you understand why we do what we do. One of the focal points of the movie is how us farmers are on the front lines of the climate crisis. In fact, this emphasis is what captivated my attention and lit the fire in my belly that drove me to become a farmer. Watching Kiss The Ground and learning about regenerative agriculture changed my life! It encouraged me to read as many farming books as I could get my hands on, watch endless Youtube videos of farmers around the world, and most importantly start working on a regenerative farm myself. So I moved to Lopez Island, Washington in February 2021 to embark on my journey. I was a climate farm intern at Midnight’s Farm where I took an online course on climate change through Terra.do, an online platform working to get more people involved in mitigating the effects of climate change. I spent my days in the veggie garden learning the ins and outs of growing delicious and nutritious produce, in the pastures setting up electric fencing for the grazing cattle, and in the on-site compost facility seeing a behind the scene look at how that beautiful, rich, organic material is made. I could not quench my thirst for learning all I could about this way of farming and would spend my evenings with my nose buried in a book, doing my online courses, talking to the farmers I worked for, or cooking with the wonderful food I helped grow.I am continuing to deepen my knowledge at TWF by working alongside Tommy and Michelle and other awesome farmers! It's great to learn from Tommy and Michelle's experience and also understand how they make decisions based on regenerative practices. But it's not just healthy soil we focus on here. Our mission is faith, community, and justice. We recognize that this life is a gift from God that we must cherish it, and we do so by taking care of this land, growing and raising healthy food in healthy soil, and cultivating community. If you want to join us in our mission please come take a tour, participate in an event we host, stop by our Barn Store on Tuesdays and Fridays, join our CSA, volunteer on the farm, and encourage all your friends to do the same. We could not do what we do without your support. So thank you all! Now I’ve got to wrap this up because our sheep just escaped. But hey, I didn’t say we are perfect, just doing the best we can to cultivate a healthy and thriving farm. Until next time, Kate