To market, to market
byThe man was thin, wearing a mask, and old. Seventy-two, I think he told Jenn. He was walking by the gate to Dew Point…
farming
The story in the soil
byLife 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…
The Good Earth
byAt 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
byIt’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
byBrad 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
byIf 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
byIt seemed a little bit like I’d become a sort of urban anthropologist, as I slowly worked to clear this little pocket of land….
Mistakes
byMistakes have been made. One time, we bought a marble sink but the cabinet didn’t fit in the bathroom. We were pulling it out…
Bearing Fruit
byFruit in the first year wasn’t something we expected at the orchard, but juicy blueberries, blackberries and figs are already fighting for the birds’…