// There is also something mesmerizing about watching the flow forms of soil just below my feet — a small wave of soil continuously breaking over the sweeps rolling dangerously close to the row, and then, as if caught by a riptide, slipping back behind the steel. //
Small Farmer’s Journal, Summer, Vol. 18, No. 3
A river is a confluence of water sources, a merging of the earth’s sustaining and ever needed rainfall. It’s composition is as varied as it is common, a collection of the water being shed from origins local and upriver.
Like that of the writing of a river, so is the story of The Watershed Cafe — a convergence of stories, lives, and earthen bounty. Hands planting and harvesting, a tractor powered by the sun, meals shared in community, livestock respected and raised with integrity.
More than mere marketing words, but a way of life…a gift, our tethering to the earth and the earth to us.
And so it was that I visited three tributaries of The Watershed Cafe: Common Harvest Farm, Peterson Craftsman Meats, and Foxtail Farm, and stumbled upon a story greater and more beautiful than ever imagined.