Lately Sundays have turned out to be my only almost full day off. I sleep in a little (although honestly usually can’t make it much past 8:00am) and take some time to read or make phone calls or go for a long run. In the afternoons I often end up at the beach or on … Continue reading here it comes
Threshing
“Not so the wicked! They are like chaff that the wind blows away”.
A farm student’s perspective on education
Photo from theatlantic.com This last week, the Atlantic published a disappointing article by Caitlin Flanagan criticizing school gardens, in particular Alice Water’s famous Berkeley garden. essay writers online Her argument is essentially that education in the garden is useless; or worse, it inhibits children from moving up in cultural and economic class. Of course the … Continue reading A farm student’s perspective on education
Gopher art
Organic means our produce is SO GOOD that everything wants to eat it. That’s what I try and tell myself when I encounter holes in the lettuce or little nibbles off the summer squashes. But this… …can be frustrating. Happy thoughts about sharing with the other living things on our land aren’t what comes to … Continue reading Gopher art
Farmer’s Market
Sarah, ready for the veggie-loving masses Every time I staff our stand at the farmer’s market in Oxnard, I am struck by how completely different it is than any grocery store experience. There’s a dj playing 90’s jams, old men in cowboy hats smoking and exchanging news from where they lean against the palm trees … Continue reading Farmer’s Market
I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart′s affections and the truth of Imagination – Keats
Although I love Keats, the farm is teaching me that the truth of the earth and physical reality is at least just as important as the imagination. And, it is beautiful. Consider the fields…our fields in the photograph here. Or our Mexican limes in the backyard. I’m thankful for these reminders to enjoy the amazing earth … Continue reading I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart′s affections and the truth of Imagination – Keats
