The Good Earth
At times the soil seemed bountiful and kindly and again stubborn and unfriendly, but it was always a challenge to man’s cunning. — Charles…
Good Fences
It’s not the first question everyone asks us about our farm. It’s the second one. The first is, “What are you going to grow?”…
Skeleton at the Feast 2019
It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Which is to say, it’s the time when I get to give friends the gift of…
Buying the Farm
If you read our post last month, buried somewhere beneath all the poetic waxing, you may have figured out that we purchased a piece…
Mr. Bojangles
It seemed a little bit like I’d become a sort of urban anthropologist, as I slowly worked to clear this little pocket of land….
Wine and dandy
“Peapods,” says Kelly Coyne, pausing for emphasis. We’d just told her and her husband, Erik Knutzen, about making wine with peapod hulls. “It’s just…
Impossi-bull
Why is it that of my many friends who are some variant of vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian, it’s this here carnivore who is most excited that Burger…
Broken things
I was a cheap bastard, even when I made a living wage. This won’t surprise any of the coworkers from my careers in marketing…
Re: Tired
It has taken me more than a year to publicly write these words, and it’s still not easy. But here goes, at last: I lost my job. Thirteen months ago. This was not ideal.