Who Let the Dogs Out?

I did.  I let the dogs out.  I let them out to roam the farm.  To guard the chickens.  To keep the geese out of the fresh shoots.  To keep the deer at bay with their dog scent. I let them out to be sidekicks.  To be companions all day long in and out of…

Apple Pressing on the Farm

There is a time of year that is so sweet and so satisfying that a most appropriate way to describe it is with one word: delicious. It is apple pressing time. It’s also a time of winter preparation.  A time of sustenance.  This is a notion that was forgotten by many and is only recently…

A Lunch Memoir

It’s a pretty busy time on the farm in spring.  Most days we gather together for meals, but occasionally lunch is taken outside to those who are occupied with work that can’t wait for later.  When we eat outside this way it always makes me imagine a farmer from long ago.  In my image the…