Farming

I have come to think that wintertime is a lot like childbirth. You sort of forget one before the next begins. It’s a survival tactic, I suppose. So I can’t…

We’ve come a long ways in 10 years. The majority of days now we are eating full meals right out of our farm: lamb steaks with asparagus, fried eggs and…

I wrote in the fall newsletter about our twice-a-year visit from thousands and thousands of birds. The birds are all black, the size of robins. They fill every tree in…

Darcy was the very first mammal we got on our farm. Well, her and her daughter Precious. But Precious was not actually very precious in the way of being well-loved.…