South Carolina. Boiled peanuts and sweet tea on Cherokee Highway 11 as it waltzes along the foothills of the Appalachians. Apple trees and peach, of course, and lovely possibilities. We drove along with our Charleston friend Shanna, and dreamed. She is cheering for the possibility of a southern farm and with her help and that of many others, we move closer to turning dream into reality.

As we made our circuitous route back to Asheville, the sun set in spectacular reds, and we found our destination with just enough light to make it possible. There ten of us met and discussed and questioned the creation of a sustainable community farm in this area.

The meeting was full of laughter. There seemed to be no disputing the desire to have a gathering place for people of peace on each farm we create. When the question of money came up, the response was the same as always, people will give what they can to make this happen, no one will be turned away.

The net keeps filling.

It is a North Carolina morning, and we will soon be driven by Ros and MG upstate to another haven of farm possibility. Someone had presented wonderful research of farmland last night. Thank you, Howie. So off we go.