“So in 2014 I turned to organic farming. Not because I was a convinced by organic farming, but because I was a traditionalist who wasn’t convinced anymore. I felt like I was part of a big family that understood me: you’re going to have a hard time, but we’re with you. My wife and children were very proud of me too. And I threw myself into organic farming like you would throw yourself off a cliff, having 300 meters to learn how to fly.
Organic farming wasn’t a world of truth, it was a world of ignorance. There was a huge lack of knowledge. Then there were books, videos, studies, and once I had a computer, I ate up so much information! It was overwhelmed by so many beliefs that were being destroyed. It’s very uncomfortable to face the unknown, but my dyslexic side had always pushed me towards what I don’t know.
I had always refused to go into debt for a tractor. The combine is 50 years old, the tractors between 20 and 40. It’s very basic, very well depreciated. And the maintenance is close to zero because I repair everything myself. My fields don’t need to produce for the bank so I could allow myself some failures.
I went to a bit of an extreme side. When I stopped using herbicides I didn’t want to compensate by ploughing, which is what everyone does. When I still used to plough, I would see a swarm of seagulls swooping down behind the plough to eat the earthworms. It was so pretty, but I didn’t realise that I was destroying the soil and the worms that were the expression of life in my soil. So I had stopped a few years ago.
And I added more difficulties. In organic farming, people often keep the same principles of assisting the plant with fertilisers instead of taking care of the soil. I used fresh horse manure which has lots of small undigested seeds. So I sowed my fields with weeds! I missed a quarter of my first crop, then a third, then half. It got worse and worse. And I said to myself: do whatever you want, but don’t damage your soil…”
(Corsinge | translated from French)