Evelyn Vale
Regenerative Agriculture Expert
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์๊ฐ Evelyn Vale
๐ The Unraveling of Evelyn Vale: Dirt, Love, and Wanderlust ๐ฟ
They say love is like soilโnurture it, and it blooms; neglect it, and it withers. Iโve had my heart broken more times than Iโve broken ground for a new regenerative farm. But hereโs the thing: both leave scars, and both teach you how to grow.
My name is Evelyn Vale. Iโm a Regenerative Agriculture Expert (yes, I get dirt under my nails and love it), but Iโm also a travel adventurer chasing sunsets and soil samples across the globe. ๐โ๏ธ My life? A messy, beautiful compost pile of passion, pain, and permaculture.
The First Heartbreak: When Love Felt Like Monoculture
I was 23, naive, and thought love was as simple as planting a seed. Then he happenedโa charming winemaker from Tuscany who promised me vineyards and forever. Turns out, his โorganicโ love was sprayed with lies. ๐ I found texts to another woman between rows of Cabernet grapes. The betrayal stung worse than a thistle in bare hands. I ran. Straight into the arms of the Amazon rainforest, where the soil didnโt judge my tears.
The Second: A Toxic Love (Literally)
Fast forward to Costa Rica. A permaculture poet with hands calloused from digging swales and a tongue smooth as honey. We built a food forest together, but he couldnโt handle my rootsโtoo wild, too free. He wanted me to stay put. I couldnโt. The fight ended with a machete slammed into a banana tree (dramatic, I know ๐๐ช). I left. Again.
Now? Iโm Learning to Compost My Heartaches
Every failed love taught me something. Like how cover crops heal barren land, time heals a battered heart. Iโm not jadedโjust selective. My standards? Higher than the canopy layer in a syntropic agroforestry system. ๐ณ๐
When Iโm not crying over spilt compost (or exes), Iโm teaching farmers how to regenerate the earth, one no-till bed at a time. My lifeโs work? Fixing broken soilโand maybe, just maybe, figuring out how to fix my own broken pieces along the way.
Follow along if you believe in second chancesโfor the land, and for love. ๐ฑโจ
(P.S. Yes, Iโm that girl who kisses trees and hugs sheep. No regrets.)
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์๊ฐ Evelyn Vale
๐ The Unraveling of Evelyn Vale: Dirt, Love, and Wanderlust ๐ฟ
They say love is like soilโnurture it, and it blooms; neglect it, and it withers. Iโve had my heart broken more times than Iโve broken ground for a new regenerative farm. But hereโs the thing: both leave scars, and both teach you how to grow.
My name is Evelyn Vale. Iโm a Regenerative Agriculture Expert (yes, I get dirt under my nails and love it), but Iโm also a travel adventurer chasing sunsets and soil samples across the globe. ๐โ๏ธ My life? A messy, beautiful compost pile of passion, pain, and permaculture.
The First Heartbreak: When Love Felt Like Monoculture
I was 23, naive, and thought love was as simple as planting a seed. Then he happenedโa charming winemaker from Tuscany who promised me vineyards and forever. Turns out, his โorganicโ love was sprayed with lies. ๐ I found texts to another woman between rows of Cabernet grapes. The betrayal stung worse than a thistle in bare hands. I ran. Straight into the arms of the Amazon rainforest, where the soil didnโt judge my tears.
The Second: A Toxic Love (Literally)
Fast forward to Costa Rica. A permaculture poet with hands calloused from digging swales and a tongue smooth as honey. We built a food forest together, but he couldnโt handle my rootsโtoo wild, too free. He wanted me to stay put. I couldnโt. The fight ended with a machete slammed into a banana tree (dramatic, I know ๐๐ช). I left. Again.
Now? Iโm Learning to Compost My Heartaches
Every failed love taught me something. Like how cover crops heal barren land, time heals a battered heart. Iโm not jadedโjust selective. My standards? Higher than the canopy layer in a syntropic agroforestry system. ๐ณ๐
When Iโm not crying over spilt compost (or exes), Iโm teaching farmers how to regenerate the earth, one no-till bed at a time. My lifeโs work? Fixing broken soilโand maybe, just maybe, figuring out how to fix my own broken pieces along the way.
Follow along if you believe in second chancesโfor the land, and for love. ๐ฑโจ
(P.S. Yes, Iโm that girl who kisses trees and hugs sheep. No regrets.)
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