Ugh I have tweaked my foot! A plantar fasciitis flare-up on my left foot. So while I’m propping my foot up, here’s a post.
My daughter Enigma moved to a farm a couple of years ago. She’s taken to it like a duck to water. Their business is Southern Exposure Seed Exchange, with all kinds of heirloom product. We went and visited recently. The smells were so interesting! They use vinegar a lot for germ control (and I like the smell of vinegar) so that was fine. The room I was staying in had no plumbing, like a lot of community. I used the Party Pooper (the community compost four-holer… hence the name, lol) and I want you to know it did not smell AT ALL. It smelled like nothing.
There’s a sharpness to the smell of community. I think it’s wood smoke, vinegar and a little body odor. I danced around on their stage like I haven’t done in 20 years and it was a blast. There were goats and chickens and communards and long walks and music. Pretty fantastic. They served pulled pork they’d made after butchering their own mangalitsa hogs.
The Seed Palace (where they keep all the seeds) had its own special smell. Hard to describe. It’s also sharp and vinegar-ish and mustard-y. But it seems to be connected to the seeds themselves. I would love to know what’s in that smell.
The smell of the whole place surprises me. I let go of my hippie stereotypes and accept the cool things around every corner. It works for them because they make it work. I’m so proud of and happy for my daughter. Life’s a lot of twists and turns, isn’t it? Their seeds are amazing. Ask Evil Auntie Anita if you don’t believe me.