I wanted to share some facts that I find intriguing about our little farm. Mostly to do with the way a small-scale, diversified family farm who only uses all-natural techniques operates. When I was little, I pictured farms with straight, never-ending rows, no weeds in site and multiple tractors and many people working the land. Our farm (or more accurately 'market garden') is a little different. 1. We plant and weed all by hand. We usually don't weed our walkways because o
This is not another post romanticizing family farms, sketching into the mind a picture of freshly made pies, picnics outdoors, and long summers soaking up the sun. So if you want to read about something like that, this post isn't for you.
This post is about the hate side of the love/hate relationship I have with farming. That's right, sometimes I HATE farming. With capitals. Seeing as I'm a novice farmer and this is only my second season running a 1 acre farm, you might ask
I was laughing to myself this evening as I reread the blog posts I had written when I was pregnant and again when Lincoln was 7 weeks old. I remember thinking that Lincoln was going to sit quietly and play outdoors while I worked, putting pretty little check marks next to all the tasks on my never ending list. Wow, I was delusional. Or maybe sleep deprived? I felt as though I wanted to hold onto my past life, before motherhood, while embracing the 360 degree change that en