Experimenting with a new format and combining two days into one post: a first, and a sign that both on- and off-farm lives have been stacked full this week. There's so much to share. More prose coming soon :)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
For the first time this year, Ted and I walked the fields together. In my focus on all the seedlings and greenhouses, I'd almost forgotten the acres surrounding them, patiently braced against winter. There's an old adage that the best fertilizer is a farmer's footprints- or something like that- and it always turns out true. Even when there's not loads to do out there, making regular observations inevitably turns up new developments, new projects that need attending, new pest or disease or irrigation problems that need solving.Read More