To market, to market
The man was thin, wearing a mask, and old. Seventy-two, I think he told Jenn. He was walking by the gate to Dew Point…
Beast of Birdin’
“Go home! You’re drunk!” It’s what we’ve groaned several times over the past two weeks, when we — stricken by the middle-age malady of…
The story in the soil
Life for most folks during the past six weeks or so of COVID-19 quarantine probably feels like it’s going in slo-mo. Many are reading…
A thousand words
While everyone’s stuck in, we thought we’d just share a small collection of photos from around the happy hermitage that is our home. Fruit trees and bushes in bloom, flowers popping out for a quick visit, or other promises of wonderful things to come.
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….