Displaying items by tag: farmland consercation
Got sprawl? It’s past time to help young farmers access land
I’m not a farmer, I’m a hiker. I live in a shady mountain gap and can’t grow a fully ripe tomato in the summer — not to mention that the half-acre parcel of land that I call home includes a significant portion of river bed. But as a 20-year resident of rural Blount County, a gateway to Great Smoky Mountains National Park, I’ve watched the steady disappearance of farms over time, and I have wondered what can be done.
This is why I rose at 4 a.m. for a trip to Nashville, planning to arrive before my alarm would normally sound. It will be my first time lobbying the state legislature and my first time meeting in person with the organizers of the Southeast Tennessee chapter of the National Young Farmers Coalition — known as “Young Farmers” — who I’ve been Zooming with for the better part of the year. We are all headed to Ag Day on the Hill to advocate for young and beginning farmers and the preservation of farmland for future generations.
- farmland consercation
- urban sprawl in blount county
- blount county
- farm bill
- national young farmers
- young farmers coaltion
- farm inheritance
- american farmland trust
- ag day in nashville
- loss of farmland
- losing farmland to development
- developer vs conservationist
- consequence of development
- citizens against the pellissippi parkway extension
- citizens for sustainable growth
- elan young journalist
- tennessee farmland loss ranking
- blue goose winery
Jefferson County views and values protected with Foothills Land Conservancy easement
Shelby Lyn Sanders is a field biologist with Foothills Land Conservancy.
JEFFERSON CITY — Can you see the Sleeping Lady?
We are standing on the back porch of the historic Isaac McBee House, built in 1850, and I follow Jack Kramer’s gaze across the back lawn, over McBee Island flanked by the cold March waters of the Holston River, and to the mountains in the distance.
“She’s easier to see this time of year,” he says, because those distant hills are unobscured by the foliage of trees still nakedly waiting for spring. Indeed, I can see her — she lies with her head to the west and her toes stretched out to the east, the hills forming the rise and fall of her body.