We had the privilege of having niece Avery as an intern this past summer; she helped organize and schedule several video interviews we wanted to tell and we had the extra benefit of her writing talent. Avery is a freshman at Indiana University in Bloomington furthering her studies in the arts and writing. We know we’re biased but we think she is quite talented. This is the piece she wrote as an introduction for this interview – take it away Avery!
At Turner Farm, located in the verdant Cincinnati suburb Indian Hill, summer is still summer. Unlike at the local supermarket, there is no air conditioning to retreat to here, nor any timeless arrays of produce misted on rotation to effortlessly sift among. There are no boxes of food—in varying degrees of fossilization—lined up on shelves stretching for rows and rows. Here, the sun beats down. One can feel the change in temperature from sun-warmed field to tree-lined sheep pen. Though one will find carrots and tomatoes, basil, peppers, zucchini, beets, and cucumbers, among other produce, in the small, barn-like “Turner Farm market,” there are no pears or oranges to be found. Chickens roam free, filling the underbrush with the gentle clucking sound of their gossip, and tan cows lay in a shady corner of their nearby pasture.