Thanksgiving this year feels like the high point of a whole month of gratitude, and I’m happy that the farm is such a cornerstone to this life worth living. There’s a lot more to it than the farm, though, so here’s the expanded (though still not all-inclusive) list of what’s filling me with thanks.Read More
This is why I do this work. It’s for the production, of course: the thousands of pounds of potatoes popping out of the ground that will be eaten by all kinds of people with all levels of resources, including wealthy families, unhoused people, and those with nothing but crumbs and an old can of green beans in their pantries. The meticulous attention to quality for sale, cleaning and processing, weeding and row covering, transplanting an entire greenhouse in an hour. I do it for the pride of production and satisfaction of efficiency, the rewarding feeling of physical exhaustion at the end of a long day. But there’s more than that.Read More
I'd like to take this evening to appreciate some of the tools I work with at the farm. I love working directly with my body and hands, and wouldn't want to farm in a way that replaces all my labor. That's one of the joys of small scale farming or market gardening: I get to be in there, planting seeds and pulling weeds and tossing handfuls of limestone down each bed to keep the fertility high. There's nothing like the joy of hand-cutting a head of broccoli or gazing out over a bed of young chard plants I just tucked into the ground, and there's no substitute for physically walking the fields to assess how everything's growing.
But there are also many times that I can't imagine doing a project without the right tools, and others (like today) when I realized how much time and energy I'd wasted using the wrong tools.Read More