Runamuk Acres Conservation Farm
Soil-first farming, building health from the ground up!
Glowing embers crackled softly in the fireplace as the last fire of 2023 burned to ashes. The young woman lay camped out on a woolly sheepskin rug before the hearth in the otherwise darkened farmhouse. It was the longest night of the year─the Winter Solstice. For farmers such as she, this was….
It was Mom for the win this Christmas on the farm, when I surprised BraeTek by painting his room. I’m still sore and recovering from the ordeal, but pleased as punch with the victory. Kitchen Closed The aftermath of last week’s big storm lingered late into the week. We were lucky here to have only…
We woke to a marshmallow world on Monday, farm and landscape blanketed in white. The cold and snow of winter fully upon us now. These are the Darkest Days of the year stretching out ahead…
The day-to-day on a small farm might seem mundane, but the immersion has become my addiction. Growing and making food, tending livestock and land…
We have less than 10 hours of daylight now, as we slip deeper into the Dark Days of the year. The cold and wind of November has finally caught up to us here in western Maine.
In spite of ongoing winter preparations, I allowed myself to be lured away from the farm for MOFGA’s Farmer-to-Farmer Conference this past weekend…
It was a bittersweet ending to Runamuk’s CSA program last week as I laid out shares for our members. Mostly carrots, accompanied by the few squashes and pumpkins I’d been able to produce. This was a particularly challenging season and after careful consideration, I’ve decided to close the CSA for good. Part of me is…
The theme of my existence lately has been: “Planting: the Ongoing Saga”. In fact, it’s listed as such on my giant farm-chalkboard…
It’s pretty darn cool to look out your window and see grass-powered mowers on the front lawn─or maybe that’s just me and my farmer mentality, lol. An on-farm housing crisis prevented me from moving our rams onto the field this season. With everything wanting to happen all at once, it’s been a struggle to get…
Sore and sunburnt, I stopped at the back of the field to survey the fence-line. Pride and gratitude swelled within me, even as my arm muscles burned from prolonged use of the weed-whacker. That line of electric fencing is a thing of beauty to this farmer. It’s an ordeal to bring the electric fences online…