Mud and Math
Math was never one of my favorite subjects. Not particularly interested in the relative speeds of trains traveling east or…
On Thanksgiving Eve
The door slams, over and over as John rushes in and out, trying to make our world a better place….
Snow Blind, I See More
The snow is fiercely beautiful in its silent demand that we abandon our restless, hurtling ways of moving too quickly…
Springing, Freshening
In the lexicon of farmers who spend their days with cattle, there are poetic descriptions. A first time mother-to-be is…
The Day Dinner Came Early
Looks like winter’s grip on the farm is loosening. The redwinged blackbirds are back, staking out their territories with their…
The Fifth Season
Our farm is situated in upper New York state, in the beautiful Mohawk Valley that features rolling hills, trees, fields…
Weeds
“I wish there were no weeds in our garden!” But as I plucked the offending plants, I realized that my…
When Is a Refrigerator Like a Morgue?
At a farm show many years ago, I came across Nok Out, an odor eliminator which is better than anything…
