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Farming on the Edge of Suburbia in Fremont, California
The clang of metal on metal echoed dully from the blacksmith's shop as we crossed the farm yard at Ardenwood Historic Farm. Beyond the goat pens, crooked rows of corn converged in the distance. It was obvious that they had not been made by modern-day tractors. That could wait though, there were sheep to be shorn. Literally. Crowded around a large enclosure were people of all ages, watching a man in funny shoes as he clipped the fleece from a placid sheep. He had slowed his pace, just so the folks crowded around the fence could follow what he was doing. We watched until it was time to catch the horse drawn train.
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