CSA Week 20 (of 24); Teetering between seasons
As we turn the calendar to October it’s really starting to feel like fall at the farm. The pigs and turkeys are fattening up, apples and potatoes fill the coolers, and the hills are dotted
As we turn the calendar to October it’s really starting to feel like fall at the farm. The pigs and turkeys are fattening up, apples and potatoes fill the coolers, and the hills are dotted
We gathered in the barn Tuesday for morning meeting as river mist began to lift and the warmth of the sun strengthened. The thermometer had read 44 degrees earlier in the morning, when I checked
Despite the cooler weather and feeling of fall in the air, we’re still going full-tilt at the farm (hence this late newsletter)! People often ask us if things are starting to wind down at this
Today’s short and late newsletter is a product of scrambling to finish up haying for the year! With weather forecasts less reliable than we’d like them to be, we’ve had a bit of a roller
On Sunday we took a break from farm work to celebrate Fern’s 4th birthday. There were weeds to pull, equipment to repair, building projects to complete, and planning for the upcoming week to do, but
Yesterday we went out to mow our buckwheat cover crop, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. The densely planted crop is up to my waist, and is blanketed with tiny white flowers.
There’s a feeling of late summer in the air these days. The morning mist hangs thick and lingers longer and the fields are wet with dew. We’re rolling down the sides of the hoop houses
Every night at dinner time we pull two chairs, a booster seat, and a high chair up to our big pine table and clink forks with each other to toast the meal. Fern has gotten
It takes 39 steps to walk the length of our hayloft. Each May we sell the few remaining bales from the previous season, sweep the loose hay out for mulch and compost, and ready the
“Harvest crew, do you read me on the radio? I am heading out to the field from the barn. Do you need me to bring anything?” This radio call can be heard over the Sweetland
Out with the old, in with the new. That familiar adage guides us through the season as our fields fill and empty and fill again with seasonal crops. It begins in the hoop houses. In
My mom – a botanist turned nurse practitioner turned botanical artist – braided the threads of plants, health, and beauty throughout her life. Healthful bodies came from healthy food. Dinners were harvested from our garden