A simpler, more creative life on a tenth of an acre
“It’s like you’ve been magically transported back to 1995.” So my sister says, after my new job at Jenny Jack Farm began back in March. Three days a week, I’m in the field or greenhouse, with intermittent phone coverage and no internet access. And the last thing I want to do in the evening is clear spam out of the inbox, which means I typically log on only two days a week.
Food can bring us together. This much I know. But in our neighborhood and many others like it, there’s an inexcusable divide that needs…
A smiling Brad gives the thumbs-up. What could possibly go wrong? It’s just supposed to be a quick trip. Three hours tops. Instead, it…
The winter of 2015, Alzheimer’s took away my Mom’s ability to speak. That same week, a pair of cardinals, her favorite bird, built a…
Forgive a hyper-local post, patient readers, but there are several events coming up in the Chattahoochee Valley that celebrate, support, and educate about farming,…
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Two boxes appeared on the screen. I selected “Yes.” “If you do this, K— and S—…
Nocino. The word alone evokes images of sipping something decadent while gazing across the mountains of the Emilia-Romagna. When Brad came across the description…
Observant folks may have noticed there’s a new tab atop The Dew’s home page, one marked “Bookshelf.” Because friends often ask us to recommend…
Fruit in the first year wasn’t something we expected at the orchard, but juicy blueberries, blackberries and figs are already fighting for the birds’…