A Taste of Winter

On October 8th it was 65 degrees and I was picking the last of our apples, amending the soil in my garden beds, and preparing our animals for a coming storm. It dropped to 25 degrees in a matter of two hours, and then the snow came. I love winter so it wasn’t a bad…

Spring means LILACS

We are out and about doing this and that pretty much all day long, and loving every minute. For sure we have aches, cuts, and bruises at the end of the day, but I consider that part of the job of building up an urban farm, and frankly I don’t really mind at all. Every…