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The Auction

Snow flurries blow through our region these days, breezes gusting from the northwest. Most folks complain about the winter weather, but the writer in me savors this time of year.…

Back to Indiana

Unseasonably warm breezes carry the humid effects of the Pacific El Nino across Mexico and from the Gulf up the Mississippi and Ohio valleys to our niche in the southern…

Free Hippie Mike

Free Hippie Mike

Steady, gentle rain has pelted the surrounding firs and madrones for days on end. Jetta and I have been house-sitting a remote cabin up on Peachland while the tenant is…

A Horse Named Fitch

Cooler weather has finally arrived with the annual return of the flocks of sandhill cranes. The winter wheat, usually burned by freezes to a retreated frazzle of dark green and…

A Visit To Boonville

A Visit To Boonville

Thunder boomed, lightning flashed that Thursday night as our ride dropped us off at the Caretaker's Garden, near the old Boont Berry farm where we planned to spend the night…

Red Roaster Roosters

Roosters crow almost 24/7, building from the pre-dawn hours into a crescendo at sunrise. We got too many cocks, not enough hens. One gallo is usually able to service about…

The Ghostbuster Pole

Three hippies linger in the former dining room of the Farmhouse, lounged on sectional sofas and recovering from the first annual "Rakefest" Friday night. It's now Sunday afternoon, the clouds…

Bachelor Farmers & Rakes

Bachelor Farmers & Rakes

Fog drifts past the doorway as the sun rises and a rooster crows, like a typical Boonville dawn this time of year, though our farm is located in a river…

Song About Nothing

Giant ragweeds bloom in the fields of our river valley after an unusually wet spring, with vast expanses of the bottoms and low ground temporarily abandoned by modern agriculture. Most…

Hoefest 2015

For several weeks we've had nothing but blue skies, breezes, and low humidity in the Ohio Valley, and the ten-day forecast calls for more of the same. Our climate seems…

Poultry Apocalypse

Sometime in April my neighbor walked over to the back corner of our place while we were stretching the plastic over our wooden greenhouse frame. He had plenty of guinea…