Virus Prevention on a Lily Farm. It’s a Community Thing.

Imagine endless rows of fields of corn on a modern farm.  Now let the rows turn into endless pink flowers.  Sounds pretty right?  On our little farm, which specializes in one type of lily, we could grow that way.  But like the small farms that sustained and built this country, here, diversity is key.  Diversity…

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Stone Cold

I sat down at the bar at Hunter Gather alone.  It’s warm and dark, the kind of place strangers talk. A few other farmers, craftsmen, tradesmen types were always there at 4 p.m.  One time, I was telling some guy a story. I’d explained how my farm is an hour out of town and that…

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A Mist of Tiny Leaves and All the Greens of Spring

Call it acid green or April-fresh or lime-jello-fake-green. This time of year spring greens catch my eye and soul to remind me that the life force is too strong to contain. Ryegrass or dandelion leaves, those dreaded yellow-green catkins pushing out pollen, that powerful color fades as spring turns into summer.  Heat makes most leaves…

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Southern Peat Bogs, Old Men and A New Farm Ethic

On a hot October Saturday, family had gathered to bury my youngest cousin. It was on the funeral home front porch that first cousin twice removed, Bill, started a conversation. Sitting in a rocking chair, a tiny plate of deviled eggs in his football player lap, I guessed he was about 75.  He was almost…

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Holding Our Breath…..A Tree of Winter Flowers

   Fat buds of Prunus mume wait for the warmer days of winter. Starting around the turn of the year, I eagerly wait for both buds and warmth. Every cold gray day, the bulging buds stand out, puffed up like they’re holding their breath along with me. We’re all waiting.     Then one lovely day the sun…

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