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Angela's Story


NORTHERN HARVEST: TWENTY MICHIGAN WOMEN IN FOOD AND FARMING
Wayne State Press Catalog: Northern Harvest

ANGELA MACKE

Until I heard Angela talk as part of a team of discussants about biodynamic farming following one of the foodie movies in Michael Moore’s 2015 film festival, I was unaware that she had created an extraordinary tea farm, the only certified organic and Demeter biodynamic tea farm in the country, here in northern Michigan. That was the moment when I first dreamed of this book, wanting to celebrate her achievement and that of the other women whose stories are told here.

Born in Adrian, Michigan, Angela’s childhood was also in Hawaii, a place she later returned to and where she first began to learn about holism, about meditation and yoga and holistic health.
“When you look at the globe [Hawai’i] is like the center of the universe . . . I remember in the hot tub there was somebody from Alaska, somebody from Japan, somebody from San Francisco, somebody from Australia. It was just the melting pot.”

When she and her husband moved to Traverse City she was still working as a nurse. The herbs and the tea were not intended to become a business until Amanda Danielson and others began to request them and to urge her to expand what she was doing into a business.
“In 2005 we were certified organic, and in 2006 we had our website.”

To read more of Angela’s story and the stories of 19 other amazing women in food and farming, Northern Harvest is available now from your favorite bookstores. 

Angela’s farm right now is closed to the public while we wait for the coronavirus to abate, but here is the website so that you can order her extraordinary teas:

 lightofdayorganics.com/order/

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