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.
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.
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.
As a cold chill and powdery snow take over the farm, I turn inward and relish in the cozy joys of baking. My first projects involve sourdough starter.
The past two growing seasons have been big flops, but I’m aiming for a few garden wins this year—even with my little one in tow.
As I prepare to dig a little deeper into life on the farm with my husband and daughter in 2018, my word of the year is “presence.”
Hope has been restored for this year’s garden, thanks to the kindness of a friend. We’re finding more and more, that’s how it goes out here.