Breaking Trail
Over the course of the last week, I’ve been out breaking trail in more ways than one. From the Back-40 to embracing authenticity….
Marshmallow World
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…
Immersion
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…
Sheep Day
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.
The Farmer-to-Farmer Conference
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…
A Bittersweet Ending
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 …
Planting: the Ongoing Saga
The theme of my existence lately has been: “Planting: the Ongoing Saga”. In fact, it’s listed as such on my giant farm-chalkboard…
Grass-Powered Mowers
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 …
The Fence-Line
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 …
Nature’s Calling
My heart warmed to nature’s calling yesterday, as I went about my morning chores. The familiar honking of Canadian geese, carried on the wind from somewhere unseen up in the sky. A rush of gratitude flooded through me for the returning Spring. The farmhouse is wonderfully warm and cozy during …