Choosing Farm Animals (no alpacas this time…)

We went over to Sylvia’s farm Sunday afternoon.  The day was warm and sunny and her alpacas were wandering happily about their pens.  Sylvia was a gracious host and went over again everything we would need to know after taking the two alpacas home that she had generously offered us. They are very cute boys.  Buddy is…

The Best Farm Breakfast

I talk a lot about lessening our use of electronics, heading towards off grid living, getting to the point where if the power went out we wouldn’t notice, there are a few electronics we love and one of them is our Vitamix.  Doug jokes that it has a Volkswagen engine.  It makes it very easy…

A Perfectly Marvelous Salad

A perfectly marvelous salad should be extremely simple to make, quite inexpensive if you have to purchase the ingredients because of the snow in the garden, and nutritious with lots of unique flavors.  This one fits the bill.  It meets every possible diet, I think, and is so tasty, I could practically eat it every…

CSA or Farmers Market? (a small farm dilemma)

We live in a little yellow house.  We rent from folks that don’t care that we started a farm.  This property envelopes two lots, two thirds of an acre total.  It backs to the fairgrounds, and I have lovely, like minded neighbors.  We love our little farm, it is a dream come true.  We call…

Farming Lessons (turn on the water!)

It was a beautiful morning yesterday.  The calm before the storm.  The chickens at Debbie’s house were playing, her chocolate lab waited patiently for us outside the garden gate, and all was well in the greenhouse for my “farming without killing plants” lesson. In the outside beds we planted rows of carrots, cauliflower, and kale. …

Forcefield Fencing…no more deer buffet!

The first time Doug and I saw deer close up we were driving through a neighborhood to a dinner party and the lovely creatures were crossing the road.  Doug and I hung out our car windows whistling and blowing kisses like they were supermodels crossing a catwalk.  “Hey Beautiful!”  We were so astounded seeing deer close…

Will the Real Farmgirl Please Stand Up?

When I told the owner of Miller Farms, Joe, at his birthday party a few months ago that I wanted to be a farmer, he looked at me with a mix of pity and humor.  Apparently grown women don’t run around dreaming of being a farmer when they grow up….ahem…more.  The rest of the farm…

What the March Root Cellar Holds

I suppose you might have thought me lazy when I first started canning for I really didn’t want to go through the whole trouble of water boiling the jars to seal the jars.  I just figured that if the top popped I was good to go, so any form of heat would be probably be good.  Window sills…

The Indoor Farmer

  I am slowly learning how to be an outdoor farmer.  Real slowly.  I asked a gentleman at Miller farm how often they water their corn.  Two hours Senora.  Say what?  Uh, I’ve been watering for five minutes a day by hand, not enough?  He lowers his hand to show how tall my corn might…