Why Black Dirt Diaries?
I wanted something unique that represented where I’m from, and the areas around here I hunt. If you ask anyone that’s been to the South, to describe the landscape, I can almost guarantee one of the scenes they’ll describe is the red dirt. Arid, parched, cracking, dusty, red dirt. The red coloring in most of the Southern states is a result of heavy iron deposits in the soil that give the dirt a “rust” color. In New England, our dirt is the darkest shade of brown and black. Yes, our soil is full of compost and nutrients from deciduous trees, but more than that, there are rocks…EVERYWHERE. Spend more than 2 minutes driving a back road in New England, and you’ll see remnants of rock walls, separating property lines on both side of the road, extending as far as the eye can see. The rocks were placed there, as farmers picked them out of their till, and placed them along the edges of their fields and property lines. One of the more unique aspects of living in New England, considering that early on, the majority of this land was farm land. Due to the glacial till early on, and the large rock deposits, our soil takes on a black color (Thanks to my buddy Eric for the history lesson). So in an attempt to name the blog something different, but indicative of the landscape here, you get the black dirt reference. Not to mention, “Dirt Road Diaries” was already taken, and overused.
Black Dirt Diaries 