6:00 am: It’s cool—spring cool, fleece and sweatpants kind of cool—when I walk outside in the morning light. I know there’s snow forecasted to fall today, but I can’t believe it now. I see a robin hopping in the driveway, and my body feels brighter. The first robin sighting of the season overrides any dampening of more snow.
“All knowledge is rooted in wonder, and what better place to cultivate wonder than in our own gardens?” ~Sharon Lovejoy I gave birth at the end of July 2013, bringing our baby boy into the world the same summer that we started the farm. Some folks thought it bad timing—a baby in the middle of our first season—but we knew otherwise and looked forward to the bountiful fresh food that would be bursting from the garden ready to nourish me and in turn our new babe, and the ease of having a newborn in the warmth of the summer rather than… Read More
It’s a watermelon, it’s a radish…it’s a watermelon radish! And it’s also a superhero of the vegetable world. What makes it so? Well, just take a look: I’m a big believer that beautiful food tastes better, and in late winter, when other storage crops are beginning to get soft, the watermelon radish holds firm. It’s bright pink center splashes across the plate. It’s subtle sweetness is a welcome change from the bite of the summer varieties. And when my instagram feed is filled with friends’ tropical vacations, I can sauté up some watermelon radish, carrots, and ginger in coconut oil… Read More
A friend recently wrote to me with a garden question: We’ve had great success with our little garden over the past five years now. Always a bounty of tomatoes, beans, peas, and greens and even summer and winter squash now that the bees have found us (I swear there wasn’t a flower in a 1 mile radius before we moved to the neighborhood). We’ve done our share of trial and error and gotten our plot mostly figured out. BUT every year no matter what I do we end up with an abbreviated zucchini crop because of squash vine borers! Do… Read More
I stood up from the row of peppers I just transplanted and saw a squiggle in place of a straight line. It was my first solo assignment, a week into my first job on a diversified vegetable and livestock farm. While the peppers did get planted into the hoop house, and while I did keep efficiency in mind as I tucked each root ball into the soil and immediately moved on to the next, the job looked like one of an amateur. Which it was. Yes, my parents kept a small garden when I was young. Yes, I’d weeded plenty… Read More
Fresh powder covers the fields. The wood stove is cranking again, keeping us warm through this snap back to winter. The greenhouse, however, is a spring haven—and on sunny days like this one, almost a summer haven.
A friend recently asked me if she should plant seeds that she’s had hanging around for a few years. I told her maybe…
We came home from my birthday breakfast to find one of our mobile hoop houses flipped over the greenhouse and laying on its side in the driveway.
March, in like a lion, you know.