What’s happening on the farm

Late, as usual this year; our 2024 was a blur. The farm grew, our baby arrived and captivated us and caterwauled and smiled and grew, we transformed and survived, transmuted into something else entirely. The years of trying to make this child a reali
Moments of peace
It has been a summer well spent; I have to keep reminding myself that’s the truth. I’ve had so little to do with what happens here in the fields this year, but what little flashes and stolen moments I’ve had have been sublime- and I
The days and nights are running together, and 90% of my time is nap trapped or soothing or making food from this underslept body while trying to eat or do basic tasks one -half? - handed. Who knew an email would be a half day affair? The feeling of b
The merry month of May, when our lives changed forever in the most miraculous and mundane way possible. Years of waiting and wanting and heartbreak and hope transformed into our little Hazel, arriving at the same time as the peach and crabapple bloss
This Friday, 7PM at the farm! RSVP is a great idea (email the farm) and know that it is mudseason, so drive your sensible vehicles and shoes. It’s been a long time since we’ve had music in the community room, and we’re excited to we
Toward the End of August by David Budbill Toward the end of August I begin to dream about fall, how this place will empty of people, the air will get cold and leaves begin to turn. Everything will quiet down, everything will become a skeleton of its