The Friendly Village Farm

"Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you." — Frank Lloyd Wright

A visit to a farm in my neighbourhood in the Thappaliya Mehra Gaon looked like this. It is a village, at both the intersection of mountainous ranges and flat patches enabling agriculture. A gallery of Avocado trees overlooking the entrance, dating back to 20 years or more, sprawling vegetation of maize crops planted with mathematical accuracy, an indigenous composter connected to a bio gas plant which met the majority consumption for the household and a vermi-composter laid out under a shed. Sustainable practises are steeped in common sense and love for nature. Really, it takes no rocket science or a big budget to take to practises which are not detrimental to our nature. I was simply awestruck at the simplicity and minimalism of the zen lifestyle.

The bio gas plant had a simple construction. in a pit dug 8- 10 ft in the ground, a slurry made of cow dung and water is collected. it simply decomposes in the lack of oxygen to release methane, a green and efficient fuel. the consumed slurry flows to an adjacent chamber which is perfect compost to enrichen the soil. A pipe takes this bio gas to the kitchen stove where it is simply regulated with the means of any ordinary regulating switch.

The vermi-composter has soil aging with the action of earthworms. the farmers gauge carefully by examining with hand and seeing the color of the soil and gradually turning it to regulate the action of the 'friends of the soil'.

A reservoir of towards the east had a connotation relating to a popular belief. The red crested swallow often visits water bodies to build its nest with mud. Swallows are believed to be harbingers of fortune and money, and are infact referred to as money birds. The reservoir is beneficial during the summer months for irrigation, though water is not a problem in this piece of paradise, nestled in the ranges.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.”

Robert Frost

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