The Starter Farm

When the house sleeps

I have this fantasy that I play in my head about what magic happens when the house goes to bed.  Humans and dogs are fast asleep and the house is quiet.  The kitchen light that I leave on paints shadows on the objects resting on bookshelves.  All still, no movement, resting in their daytime positions on the shelves waiting.  They must have a sixth sense for when the animals’ stirrings have stopped and entered into their deep sleep.  I imagine... [Read More]

Horse Poop Stinks and Other Fun Stories

I remember the first day I took over my restaurant like it was yesterday.  I was so green, so young and so ignorant about what I was getting into.  I’ll never forget standing at the back door watching with pride as the delivery of our first supplies arrived.  It was really happening and these first products signified the beginning.  I was about to dive into an adventure with such optimistic zeal that it was sure to be an easy success! ... [Read More]

When plants attack

A rose bush attacked me today. I was being an innocent caregiver, a helper to a flower that needed my attention like a visit to the beauty salon.  How could something so beautiful lash out so horribly?  I was just doing what I was told to make it look its best but this bush had other ideas.   The day before, I had tricked Mary Ann to wake up earlier than usual to attend a rose trimming class at our... [Read More]

Coming Home

I’m sitting on a plane returning from a family trip, watching a movie about food, life and vegetables and I’m sobbing.  It’s not a sad movie but I’m welling up in all the wrong places.  At first, I did not know why but slowly it comes to me. I miss home.  I miss the farm and all that it provides.  I’m inspired from this little independent movie and for some reason a sense of renewal is awakening.  The past two... [Read More]

Dividing Irises sucks

Most of the time I find myself waxing poetically about life on a farm.  Oh, the joys of raising chickens!  Oh how wonderful the ripe tomatoes taste! Oh the bounty of roses and abundance of fruit from the trees!  But sometime the reality of what it takes to get there is actually work and not always that bundle of kittens that I make it out to be.  Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy most of it but at times... [Read More]

Kindred spirit

I fell in love today.  No my marriage is not ending nor am I in jeopardy of having an affair.  I met a kindred spirit of the farming/gardening type that one is immediately drawn to as a goose recognizing a member of its flock.  I sometimes stop myself when in conversation with “normal folk” talking about farming.  I slip into this rhythm, assume the audience is as fascinated with goat behavior, the life cycle of a carrot or whatever farm... [Read More]

Fall’s arrival

It’s too early!  I did not want to notice it.  I tried to ignore it.  I moved a little more into the sun to not feel it creeping in but there is was - fall.  The breeze came out of the west and contained that first start of chill that whispers something new, like a villainous witch, has arrived.  Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a blush on a nearby tree, the tomato plants showed a bit... [Read More]

Garbage 2.0

Today I see clearer.  Things I would have never noticed before now have arrows pointed at them or appear lit up with neon lights.  I’ve learned how much I have wasted in the past and how I can make best of what is available.  Before I had the farm, I thought nothing of throwing away vegetable scraps or running the faucet while water washed away down the drain.  Life is different now. Life feels more real now.  Life is more... [Read More]

A cat worth its weight in gold

You would think they were a dime a dozen in the country, overflowing every shelter from coast to coast in every small town in America.  But in these small towns, unlike their big city cousins, these precious gems are the rarest of the rare with a waiting list a mile long begging for the chance to give them a home.  A purebred bloodhound dog with a razor sharp nose perhaps?  The newest Labradoodle from the most sought-after line? Or maybe... [Read More]

Hand me downs

Tonight I watched as my husband taught our nephews how to make gnocchi by hand on the butcher block counter.  The youngest watched attentively, rolled the dough with his hands and smiled as his face lit up with his finished product.  It took me a minute, no more than a minute, and I really had to step back to realize what was happening.  Memories, the handing down of the torch of making, growing and sharing food to the younger generation... [Read More]