Farmgirl School

The Good Life On Pumpkin Hollow Farm

I still get those dreams.  The “if-we-don’t-change-things-now” dreams, then glimpses of what will be.  They frighten me and I become extremely aware.  I look at my fake nails (I have no idea what came over me to go get nails last week) and can see all of the plastic nails in all of the salons …

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The day was quiet and calm.  Our first farmer’s market was going really, really well.  Lots of new faces, lots of folks to help, and it was nice being around our old farmers market vendor family.  Then towards the end it happened.  Usually microbursts come later in the season so this one certainly took us …

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I dreamt it was there.  I dreamt that there were vegetables growing at our old house in Kiowa.  I woke up thinking that was preposterous because our weather hasn’t allowed anyone to have vegetables yet!  We decided to go have a look anyway yesterday while driving though.  The house wears a large foreclosure notice on …

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Dear Mother Nature, I am a farmer.  There’s not a whole lot of us left, you know, especially women farmers.  This is why I am writing you. For god’s sake, Woman, can you help a farm girl out?! It feels like April here, so wet and cold.  As soon as I transplanted the cold crops …

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A winter storm watch has been issued.  I do not recall ever experiencing substantial snowfall in May, when the lilacs have bloomed, at Mother’s Day.  Doug vaguely recalls one time when we were children, frozen trees cracking in mass.  Temperatures in the twenties, hovering in the thirties, blizzard conditions; all rather surreal.  Yet, this Mother’s …

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The sun rose strong this morning, filling the room with soft, life giving light.  Deceiving, however, as it hovers around -26 degrees as I write this. Hell is not hot, folks, I am convinced that Hell is -26 degrees.  When I went out to feed the animals last night, the water in my eyes froze, …

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To become a farmer you must have an overwhelming desire to feed yourself, your family, and part of the city.  You must have an intense desire to teach young people where their food comes from (and adults…a woman came up to my friend’s farm booth at the market and asked why the carrots had dirt on them …

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