#fallow fields

fallow fields chapter 27 up now!

In addition to reducing carbon outputs like burnt fossil fuels, humans can draw carbon back into the ground by restoring organic soil matter as a “natural sink.” Through photosynthesis, plants intake carbon from the air and feed it to deep soil organisms, and the healthier the soil, the greater its holding capacity for carbon. Shmita could complement other land conservation and carbon sequestration techniques—including agroforestry, holistic planned grazing, and regenerative low- and no-till agriculture—by that simply letting land rest can alone increase soil fertility and thus sequester carbon.

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(2022.10.30)

The fields east of the Reach were brittle and dry, dead and devoid of even the smallest insects. Lyrenn hadn’t even been able to find so much as a worm when he’d dug through the soil. Something was certainly poisoning the land then.  He’d been as unsurprised as Valera when the shaman’s spell pushed back against the winds blowing from the Aldmarsh. He’d been perhaps a bit more relieved. He had no way of directing wind like that. While he could call on nature in fits and bursts a consistent plea to the elements like that was far beyond his ken. He’d simply watched from afar as the draenei went about her work, before moving to the opposite end of the fields to assist with his own. Rejuvenating the land was something he could help with. Sticking his staff into the dirt until it stood on it’s own, the druid settled onto his knees beside it. While one hand held the staff the other curled fingers into the loose soil in front of him. Lyrenn leaned forward, bowing his head and closing his eyes. His own pleas were wordless, more feelings than thoughts. He could see, in his minds’s eye, how these fields had looked before. Like the memory of nature itself giving a glimpse into the past. He exhaled softly and  focused on that picture. On the life he felt in that frozen moment of time. Nature wanted it too, he could feel it. And slowly, it responded to his call. 

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