A handful of soil, swept to the ground with indifference, was enough to make Céline Caron flinch.

It was June 2013. Caron, a Quebec farmer, environmentalist and one of my father's closest friends, was enjoying a fresh-picked radish salad outside the house she had shared with her husband, Yves Tessier, for over 40 years. Beside her, on the front seat of a golf cart she used to get around the farm, was a half-teaspoon of dirt that she intended to return to her garden after the day's heat passed.

A few minutes later, Françis Naud, the septuagenarian couple's full-time helper, arrived to borrow the cart and swept the dirt aside as he sat on the front seat. Only when Caron's piercing blue eyes widened in shock did Naud realize his mistake.

"She was hit with a moment of panic to see that the half-teaspoon of soil wouldn't return to the garden," he recalled over the phone late last year. "She wanted to bring the soil back to the garden. It was maybe a bit of an intense reaction, but that was her."

I chuckled: I grew up hearing stories about Caron's devotion to dirt. She had devoted her life to protecting the microbes, fungi and other organisms that inhabit healthy soils. Every tree or seed planted on the couple's land was chosen to maximize soil health. They purchased little. Almost nothing went to waste. Even their food — nearly all homegrown — was chosen with the soil in mind.

They were at once behind and ahead of their time. Indigenous people and peasant farmers worldwide have for generations judiciously used crops and forestry practices to protect soil health, now commonly known as regenerative agriculture.

But in 1971, when Caron and Tessier bought their land, most farmers, governments, food companies and scientists belittled these ancient techniques. The so-called Green Revolution was in full swing and farmers were rushing to industrialize. Government policies focused exclusively on boosting yields. Toxic pesticides and fertilizers became commonplace, especially in wealthy, industrialized countries like Canada.

Five decades later, the Green Revolution has wreaked ecological havoc. Artificial fertilizers have degraded huge swaths of farmland, leaving it infertile while choking rivers, lakes and oceans with toxic algae blooms. Insect populations are plummeting, in part because of pesticides. According to the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, food production accounts for roughly a quarter of anthropogenic greenhouse gas emissions, with nitrogen fertilizers and industrial-scale meat consumption largely to blame.

The crisis is driving interest from farmers, scientists, governments and food companies in regenerative agriculture. Proponents say rebuilding soil health can reduce or eliminate our need for agricultural chemicals, support insects — natural pollinators and pest control — and store carbon in the ground. Seemingly overnight, Caron's devotion to soil health seems almost mainstream.

Francis Naud started helping in the couple's gardens in 2011, and they soon became close. They willed their land to the Nature Conservancy of Canada, but he still lives on the property and remains its steward. Photo by Nicolas Lachapelle/National Observer.

I have always known Caron and Tessier. My dad was one of the couple's lifelong friends, having met Caron in his home province of Quebec when he was still in college. They skied together, going on expeditions in the boreal forests north of Quebec City and Montreal with Tessier, or tearing down the mountainside at the ski resort of Mont St-Anne. They stayed close through the years, even when he moved to the East Coast with my mum soon before I was born, and after a debilitating infection left Caron partially paralyzed in the early 1990s.

Céline Caron and Yves Tessier devoted their lives to protecting soil health long before regenerative farming became mainstream.

I remember them as earthy and wise. Patient. Bestowed with understated humour. Wisps of white hair framed Caron's tanned face and sapphire eyes, which retained a unique magnetism despite her illness. Tessier, a cardiologist and self-taught farmer, was quieter, with a calming smile and easy laugh. His weathered hands were equally at ease in the earth as they were in the operating theatre. Both had emanated an inner peace worthy of the Dalai Lama.

Céline Caron and Yves Tessier were avid outdoors people and, on top of regenerating their land, went on dozens of expeditions in the Arctic, Himalayas, and other remote parts of the world. Photo by Nicolas Lachapelle/National Observer

I saw them once a year, during my family's 1,000-kilometre Christmas pilgrimage back to Quebec. Each year, my parents and their close friends rented a 400-year-old farmhouse in Charlevoix, on the St. Lawrence River's north shore. Caron and Tessier usually arrived near midday on New Year’s Eve in a battered VW Westfalia van, boxes of their homegrown food and cooking utensils crammed in the back. Every year, we welcomed the couple's homegrown carrots, beets, garlic, squash soup, and alfalfa sprouts as particularly special gifts.

"Their gardens were like their children," explained Renée Frappier, a pioneering Quebec advocate for vegetarian food and one of their longtime friends. "They didn't have children, so their carrots, their vegetables, were their children, and the soil was their family."

Because I grew up in Nova Scotia and visited Quebec in winter, the first and only time I saw Caron and Tessier's farm in bloom was on a searing spring day in 2015. The trees had leafed out, hiding their house from the potholed highway and surrounding it with a jungle of trees and bushes. Chickens pecked at the small, grassy clearing outside their bungalow. A bright orange tractor was parked in the ramshackle tool shed attached to one of the building's outer walls.

Entering was like being transported to another world: A well-loved wooden counter cluttered with Mason jars full of flour and beans and spices and more dry goods lined one wall. Knives shaved thin from decades of sharpening rested in the sink. A wooden bowl held an ulu — they used the traditional half-moon-shaped Inuit knife to mince garlic. Wooden frames backed with mosquito netting covered in dry herbs and vegetables lined the ceiling, and a solarium at the front of the house held row upon row of seedlings and microgreens. Caron sprouted beans in the bathtub for the chickens — payment, she joked, for the eggs and fertilizer they provided.

Tessier was eager to show me the farm. I walked beside him as he wrangled his wife's golf cart up a grassy, tree-lined path towards the gardens. He'd recently been diagnosed with lung cancer and walking in the heat was becoming difficult for him. The forest soon opened, and we followed the edge of a hayfield and contoured a hand-built irrigation pond. Beside the road stretched long beds full of vegetables — peas, greens, tomatoes — vines and rows of pear and apple trees. It was feral pastoralism; an unruly natural dance Caron had choreographed into producing food.

In aerial photos of the land taken soon after the couple first moved in, the property is mostly covered with fields. By the time they died, vibrant forests and gardens covered most of the homestead. Photo by Nicolas Lachapelle/National Observer

The farm had not always been an oasis for nature. Like most plots of land in this part of Quebec, theirs was a long, thin rectangle that reached back from the St. Lawrence, a relic of the colonial land grant French colonizers imposed on this patch of Wendake-Nionwentsio traditional territory. When Caron and Tessier bought the property in 1971, it was a patchwork of threadbare meadows, sugar bush and potato fields. The soil was worn thin after years of overgrazing, haying and pesticide and fertilizer use.

Photos that Francis showed me last winter from the farm's early days show them lithe, strong, in love and determined to transform their land into a biological haven. By the time they died over 40 years later, they had created a forest home to over 50 different species of vegetables, dozens of varieties of fruit trees and a forest packed with maples and walnut trees.

Karen Ferland, one of the couple's former interns, recalled that Caron had an uncanny ability to work harmoniously with nature. She had never been formally trained in agriculture, honing her skills by collaborating with researchers, reading for hours every day, and observing nature. I remember Caron being happiest watching nature outside, even if it meant bundling up in her Arctic parka to sit on the porch for hours on frigid midwinter days.

Through journals, the draft of Caron's unpublished book and even their will, the couple charted how they tried to preserve biodiversity-friendly plants like milkweed — the endangered monarch butterfly’s favourite food — and regenerate the land by planting thousands of trees. They built a garden replete with sunflowers and greens big enough to keep them fed, and nursed apple and pear trees and grapevines. At the time, no one grew most of these varieties in that part of Quebec, where winter temperatures can dip below -30 C.

Francis Naud keeps a small flock of turkeys and chickens, which provide eggs, meat, and fertilizer and are well-adapted to regenerative farming. Photo by Nicolas Lachapelle/National Observer

Caron relied on a host of regenerative techniques at a time when they were shunned by conventional farmers. She planted cover crops of alfalfa and clover to fix nitrogen and keep fallow fields covered year-round. It was an uncommon technique at the time, but now is endorsed by the federal government and many conventional farmers. She kept chickens, goats and other animals for their manure, but also because they helped aerate the soil and provided food — an approach backed by the UN Food and Agriculture Organization. And like contemporary regenerative farmers, she did everything possible to protect soil health.

Still, the gardens paled in comparison with the forest they planted at the back of their land. Growing up, my dad told stories about the forest from a field, but I didn't realize its scale — huge — or why Caron cared so much for trees until recently. Forests, she believed, were essential to healthy soils because they fostered especially vibrant soil ecosystems, thus increasing the nutrients available to crops and other plants. Together with the late Laval University forestry professor Gilles Lemieux, she spent years testing if rameal fragmented wood, or wood chips made from the nutrient-rich tips of deciduous tree branches, could regenerate threadbare land.

The experiments worked. A people-lover keen to share her knowledge, she travelled to farming conferences in Quebec and elsewhere to preach that the mulch was key to a sustainable and self-sustaining livelihood. And every year for decades, she would join Tessier and a crew of friends and family to collect scrub branches Hydro-Québec cut back on a powerline right-of-way that cut across the couple's land.

Wood, left to rot by a power utility, was their regenerative gold.

Francis Naud stands near the snow-covered gardens on a chilly February day. In summer, the field is full of produce and hay. Photo by Nicolas Lachapelle/National Observer

It was spring when Francis Naud — Caron and Tessier's close friend, helper in their final years and now steward of their land — fell in love with soil. He was 17 and digging in the recently thawed garden at his parents' house. Working the garden was not a new experience for him but, for some reason, feeling the earth crumble against his fingers that day convinced him that he would become a farmer.

Transforming his dream into reality was not easy. He trained as an agronomist at Laval University after cégep in a program focused on conventional farming techniques. After graduating, he started working as an agronomist — but to his disappointment, ended up spending more time on his computer than digging his hands in the ground.

He lasted two years on the job. Plagued with anxiety and feeling "strangled" behind a computer screen, he quit to go work on organic farms.

"Living, for me, means living from the land," he said. "So I went with my heart."

His first encounter with Caron and Tessier came in 2011. He was working on a farm near Quebec City and was captivated by rumours of a couple on a nearby homestead renowned for practising "intense" organic agriculture. A month or so later, his sister Valérie told him about a cyclist she had met at a café on Île d'Orléans. The man — Tessier — had intrigued her with his description of the homestead and organic gardens he shared with his wife and had mentioned they were looking for a helper.

Naud reached out the next day.

Céline Caron kept volumes of records about the land that noted most of what and when she planted, and how well it performed. The documents are a window on the couple's decades-long regenerative experiment. They will be included in a modest museum space that Francis Naud and the Nature Conservancy of Canada plan to establish on the property. Photo by Nicolas Lachapelle/National Observer

"I was totally disoriented," he recalled from his first visit to the couple's home, a few weeks after his first call. "It's 20 minutes away from Quebec City, but it was so green and filled with so much vegetation. I felt like I was in Costa Rica or India."

Caron greeted him at the door, her massive smile revealing teeth speckled with bits of parsley, exactly as I, too, remember her. It was clear the trio would get along — Naud said she theorized they had a "celestial link" — and he started helping them the following spring.

His days were busy. There were always trees to prune and the garden needed constant tending during the growing season. Caron and Naud spent hours in the garden together — she insisted on helping and teaching him despite her illness — and he learned to enjoy her "intense" personality. He lived in Quebec City at the time, but would camp out on the property a few nights a week to avoid the commute. The trio shared lunch and dinner most days or watched TV together. He joked they even farted together.

"I saw Céline in all her moods, Yves in all his moods."

After their deaths, the Nature Conservancy of Canada renovated the couple's bungalow into a more conventional and hygienic dwelling that will house the land's caretaker. Photo by Nicolas Lachapelle/National Observer

Naud has become the farm caretaker after Caron's death in 2015, and two years later, Tessier's. The couple willed the land to the Nature Conservancy of Canada but requested that "one or two gardeners" continue their research into regenerative farming and agroforestry "to favour and research the expression of a new culture that can sustain a planetary and ecological conscience."

The Nature Conservancy sometimes allows low-impact activities on the properties it protects, including agriculture. Over the next two years, Naud is planning to transform the gardens into hot spots of agricultural biodiversity that will double as a teaching and demonstration centre for regenerative farming.

"Céline wanted to expand people's consciousness about the link between food and the earth," he told me last December from the couple's newly renovated bungalow, where he now lives. She saw food and the soil that produced life itself — a truth he is now tasked to help others understand.

Céline Caron attributed her environmentalism to the first time she read Rachel Carson's book Silent Spring in the 1970s. The seminal text shook her, prompting her to quit her day job at the time as a paper mill secretary and devote her life to regenerating the environment. Photo by Nicolas Lachapelle/National Observer

I might not have become an environmentalist, writer or cook without Caron and Tessier. The soups and salads they brought to our New Year's celebrations — multicoloured platefuls of root vegetables and freshly sprouted seeds — showed me it was possible to eat beyond pale tomatoes and plastic-wrapped supermarket greens, even in winter.

I was an eco-conscious teen, and the dishes inspired me to almost exclusively eat local produce, meat and dairy year-round, despite Nova Scotia's harsh winter. As our family's main cook, that meant I put my ever-patient parents through several years relying on cabbage salad, roasted carrots, and alfalfa sprouts for our winter veggies. I was so dedicated, that they're still surprised when, over a decade later, I buy a tomato or a bunch of cilantro at the local supermarket over the Christmas holidays.

I gave up on a strict local diet in university. While the choice was partly one of convenience, the more I learned about food and sustainability, the less a dogmatic approach to eating made sense. Eating local food can be the best choice for the environment, farmers and food sector workers, and consumers — but not always. A meal's sustainability can't be measured in miles.

Looking back, I think the most important lesson I learned from Caron and Tessier wasn't about self-sufficiency or local food. It was about hope, patience and love.

They could find joy and beauty in the most insignificant details of life. Caron's illness had robbed her of things I knew we both loved, like skiing, and for the 20-odd years I knew her, she was always living at the edge of death. Yet she reached out to the world, asking questions, laughing, always trying to connect with people, and looking for hope in the nature surrounding her.

On days when I'm worn thin by the climate crisis or submerged in depression, I try to think back to Caron and Tessier. Their resilience is a good reminder: Go outside. Appreciate a passing gust of wind, a birdsong, patterns in the clouds. Live, if briefly, in the moment.

Updates and corrections

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April 19, 2022, 10:00 am

Editor's Note: This story was updated on April 19, 2022, to clarify that the Nature Conservancy does permit low-impact activities like agriculture our outdoor recreation on some of the land it manages.

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