Mowing our first hay of the year.  Sickle-bar mower from behind... and from the front. My lovely co-farmers on our way home from the Memorial Day Parade. Mark in the greenhouse Miriam in the greenhouse Meat chicks in their tractor, finally out on grass Calf liberation...

The last week of May was filled with the more-or-less standard cocktail of mistakes, excitement, progress, and fears.  Maybe today I'll stick with some basic strategies from way back in Conflict Resolution class, which could be accurately subtitled "How to Critique...

I keep looking over at the stove to see why there's a pot boiling, and it turns out to be, in fact, the rain driving against the kitchen windows.  This is new in that for most of the last week we have not had wind with our rain--it's old in that we have had LOTS AND...

In the small, everyday conversations of life at this time of year, lots of people ask each other, "How's your spring going?" and this year more so than ever before I find myself honestly responding with "Really busy.  And really good."  This is our third year growing...