growing food

The Good Earth

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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

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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?”…

What comes around

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Brad took me to Dew Point Farm last week to show off the fruits of his labor. They were strewn about our feet in…

Buying the Farm

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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

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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….

Pestinsides

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For years, Brad and I have been members of Georgia Organics because we believe that food should be: fresh from the tree/stalk/vine to which…

Sow and Behold

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“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.

Jenn-yard

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Eighty-seven pictures of medallions, set in stone, hammered in metal, or painted in fresco. It didn’t matter if they were on the streets of…