Looking back on how I came upon this urban farming way of life shows a journey full of twists and turns ... and I couldn't be happier for it!
With all of society’s conveniences within easy reach, we are choosing to do things the hard way. Now, why on earth would we do that?!
A Newbie (Urban) Farmer learns how to string onions.
Karen walks you through what to do when dealing with viruses or parasitic nematodes in the garden. She also provides a quick overview of her previous posts on vegetable diseases.
The perfect solution to a very large pumpkin/squash crop
What to plant in a fall garden and how.
We have an unusual holiday dessert tradition.
A century-old seed packet offers some interesting insight into an earlier era of farming in the Midwest.
A small family farm seldom makes you wealthy – there aren’t too many trips to Europe and the retirement plan can be pretty “iffy.” But farming brings its own rewards, those that in the end mean far more than the lights of Paris.
Let me share with you the finer nuances of canning using recipes that have been handed through the generations.
As fall begins to settle in, Donna Rae fondly recalls those first back-to-school days as a child - as well as those experienced by her father.
Cave men knapped glass knives for hunting. During the Great Depression glass knives became quite the item to have. Glass knives cut cleanly and didn't tarnish like carbon knives. They were a perfect in the kitchen and at cutting cakes for tea.
PIGS AND POTATOES DO NOT MIX. Why?
You don't have to be a poultry farmer to have an appreciation for the hard work that went into this 1924 edition of The American Standard of Perfection.
The story of my chicken addiction.
Food kept FDR's Tree Army working to preserve America's outdoors. Here in Part 2 of CCC Food are a few more stories about these men who later headed to WWII as part of the Greatest Generation.
Before the young men of America were part of the Greatest Generation many had been part of FDR's Civilian Conservation Corp. (CCC) The work was hard but the food was good.
I got home today from town and found a mess. The pigs had broken out of their pen and proceeded to tear up my pasture. The llama was on alert and hidden behind the dirt pile, sending out her warble of appeal. The sheep were huddled up into groups of four or six.
The skunk turns around and heads straight toward me.
My daddy's mix of chickens and pig
Suzie plays crack the whip.
What happened to the crafts of the past?
As part of an assignment for GRIT Magazine, I was asked to attend what I thought would be just another farm-to-table dinner event at a local farm, but this was anything but an ordinary farm-to-table dinner experience.