my friends, october finds me firmly rooted in Missoula, MT. broke, travel-weary, and dreaming big.   if T-bird and I had a debut album it would be percolating in these cold months, nourished on five hours of weak winter light, the wood stove’s glow, and the hopeful drawings of seed catalogs.   and in spring we’ll make our debut, on the big stage!  with little spring greens, spicy mustards, and baby tomatoes.  you ask, what does all this mean? what is this extended metaphor?   it is our first farm!  County Rail Farm, Dixon, MT.   it is cause for celebration.

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