Runamuk Acres Conservation Farm
Soil-first farming, building health from the ground up!
Rounding out the week with a Miyazaki Marathon on Sunday afternoon, I’m decidedly grateful for having made the most of these last few weeks. The quiet time between the end of one growing season and the start of the next is a much-needed time of rest and reflection.
Let it be known that this was the year I decided if I’m gonna write anyway, I may as well get paid for it. Writing has been pulled from the back-burner to the front, and I’m stoked that things are really heating up in that department. Even with guests to the farmstay…
It’s been a quiet start to 2024. Mostly, the past week has been filled with writing and planning, but also some guests to the farmstay. I’ve even managed a bit of R&R. It’s a shocker, I know, lol…Farmer Sam takes a break!
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….
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 the long winter months, but…
Your friendly neighborhood farmer has learned some hard lessons in animal husbandry over the past three weeks. Since I last posted, all of my ewes have delivered with varying degrees of success. Of the fifteen lambs born to Runamuk this season, two lambs perished, and I have two in the house at this very moment….
Faithful readers to the Runamuk blog are probably wondering where I’ve been, and what have I been doing all this time, lol. Since I bought the farm, my writing has tapered off, gradually becoming non-existent. Even my presence on social media had significantly diminished. Now that I’m back, I invite you to get yourself a…
Lilian’s angry temper tantrum on Sunday morning was almost comical to watch, as I worked to shuffle the sheep fencing across the pasture. If you’ve never seen a sheep in a temper-tantrum, you should, “these things are fun, and fun is good…” Personally, I might have found more humor in the ewe’s dramatics if I…