Spring is here—kind of—and the time to get in the garden is close. How close? It’s hard to tell, but that’s where intuition mixes with science and research to make farming an art.
A recent Twitter exchange involved several definitions of “real” farmers. It showed me that some people obviously don’t understand what we do or why.
Kentucky women recently gathered to explore how their relationships to land, food and agriculture support identity and autonomy, but the get-together quickly revealed bonds that transcend all differences.
I say neither. Experience is crucial, but instructional materials as well as memoirs provide a necessary supplement for those breaking into agriculture.
We wanted a greenhouse, but creating that big of a structure doesn’t fit with our terrain, so we built a cold frame near the house to start seeds for this year’s garden.
An extended forecast of rain causes Mr. B and me to cringe as we watch our yard slowly erode. With the help of in-house training and expert friends, we plan some remedies.
The best plants aren’t the ones you order from a catalog, but ones you encounter by some divine appointment. This year, I have a meeting with elderberries, and I can’t wait.
When the flu hits hard, we fight back with homemade, homegrown remedies. Some work well for prevention, others help recovery and some do both.