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…
Brad took me to Dew Point Farm last week to show off the fruits of his labor. They were strewn about our feet in…
If you read our post last month, buried somewhere beneath all the poetic waxing, you may have figured out that we purchased a piece…
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….
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…
“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.
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…
If the deck at our house were a little taller, we’d be able to see the top of the North Highlands Dam from it,…
Mistakes have been made. One time, we bought a marble sink but the cabinet didn’t fit in the bathroom. We were pulling it out…
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,…