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Farm To Farm

I was planning to plant peas Sunday morning. The moon was nearly full and therefore it should be a good time to put seeds in the ground to sprout. It…

Farm To Farm

With the winter rains soaking deeper, evaporating, and draining into the Navarro River, the ground is nearly perfect for digging post holes and setting the timbers. It amazes me how…

Farm To Farm

Saturday morning was foggy on the valley floor, but there was heavy frost up in the hills according to some of the folks who drop into town for coffee in…

Farm To Farm

“What we need to start doing,” somebody recently told me, “is start getting back to a bartering system. Get away from dependence on the dollar bill.” “Yeah,” I said, several…

Farm To Farm

Sunday afternoon was another perfect day for possi­bly accomplishing something, but I spent most of the afternoon mentally and physically preparing for a trial run for our farm's upcoming Variety…

Farm To Farm

I don't follow the calendar very well, and since there aren't any Lutheran churches in Anderson Val­ley I wasn't aware that last Tuesday was actually Fat Tuesday, or Mardi Gras.…

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Dandelions are blooming along Lambert Lane. When I walk into town in the mornings or evenings I work up a sweat, overdressed for the balmy condi­tions. With water flowing audibly…

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Trees are losing their grip and falling wholesale throughout the North Coast as the ground is satu­rated for the first time in four years, and storm winds are blowing. On…

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Maybe a ton of carrots are still soaking in the moist soil. The water on the higher part of the field has abated, but the next wave of heavy rain…

Farm To Farm

The pastures in our part of the Valley are swarming with opportunistic robins as the soils are saturated and earthworms are strung out like junkies on the surface. “Looks like…

Farm To Farm

As I was milking the cows Friday evening, meditating and watching udders deflate while the pulsator clicked a rhythm on the floor tank, it occurred to me that things are…