Our farm got its name from our elderly neighbors who remind us it is good to share.
Clumps of massive banana plants make a perimeter around the farm. They were first planted a century ago or more as rough boundaries for this parcel.
We care for a small farm in the mountains of rural Puerto Rico; where we don’t have access to electricity, internet, or running water. The repercussions of settler-colonialism are not a lifestyle choice; don’t call us sustainable.
This is actually a scene of death and renewal; and a communication about where to find food.
Before the pomarosa fruit makes an appearance, everything near a mature tree gets a pink blanket.
But you’ll miss it if you’re not listening.
We live on the farm full time and don’t have access to electricity, internet, or running water. This summer, temperatures regularly neared 100 degrees in the shade. We’ve been wondering, shouldn’t folks listen to the heat we’re experiencing across the globe, and treat it like the canary in the sacrificial metaphor?
Subscribe to our farm newsletter via BUENOCOMPARTIR.SUBSTACK.COM
