Bolted.


One of my favorite things to do at farmers’ markets is a little guessing game for kids. While their mother or father is perusing our stall, I’ll point to the bouquet of yellow flowers hanging from the tent corner and ask the child, “Can you find the vegetable that those flowers come from?” Sometimes parents … Continue reading Bolted.

my own two hands


This Friday afternoon was spa time at the Farm. A few weeks ago while staffing a table promoting the CSA at the local YMCA (which mostly meant chatting up the assembled chiropractors), Kat won a free office spa treatment for eight, and this afternoon the lady from BeautiControl came out so we could redeem our … Continue reading my own two hands

Don’t count your chickens


Apparently hatching is only the beginning of the hazards in a chicken’s life. There are diseases, hawks, farm dogs, small children, and even other chickens (think origin of the term “pecking order”) to worry about. On Monday I noticed that one of my hens wasn’t doing well. When she does make it to her feet, … Continue reading Don’t count your chickens