Take a second look at that gnarly potato. You might just save the world. There is a ritual I observe every Friday when I get home from my morning at the farm. Regardless of how tired, dirty, or hungry I am (generally all three in great measure) the first thing I do is take my […]
Continue readingIt turns out the best way for me to keep my head in the clouds is to shove my hands in the dirt. I went back to the farm for the first time this year, and now everything is coming up rosemary. The spring crept up on me, which is … unusual. I stay remarkably […]
Continue readingTrying to over-winter a mediterranean plant in New England reminds me—not just in gardening—that it’s usually better to take the time to do something the right way. My fingertips smell of rosemary and lavender. Product of the waiting? Of high aspirations? An excuse to keep them from being idle? They’re restless—aching to work. But when […]
Continue readingI thought I was depressed about the vegetables. Turns out it was something else entirely, and the solution was simple. It starts with showing up. Goodnight, Earth Though I haven’t written much about it this season, long-time readers and Twitter followers may remember that I’ve been working one morning a week as a farm hand […]
Continue readingCall it the butterfly effect. Call it whatever you like; sometimes life’s seemingly insignificant twists and turns carry a big impact. If you’d told me two years ago I’d be spending one day a week on a farm, I’d have said you’re crazy. But accidents happen, and sometimes they result in pounds of tomatoes and […]
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