“I can’t feel my lips,” said The Mister. He was sitting across from me at the small kitchen work table, indulging in a midmorning break from farm chores and enjoying a slice of toast. Although toasted homemade bread is just fine by itself, it had occurred to him to up the ante when he remembered […]
Farms are sexy places. That’s what my aunt always likes to say. She told me it was one of her father’s sayings, but I have trouble imagining that. My grandfather was born in the late 1800’s and died when I was only nine years old, and it’s hard to fit the word “sexy” anywhere into […]
This is the time of year for wrapping up the harvest, putting the period at the end of the six-week-long sentence during which we sustainable-living types in Maine put up an entire year’s worth of food. That’s pretty astounding, when you think about it. Fifty-two weeks’ worth in just over a month. It crams a […]
I was out on a quiet walk in the back woods with Honey the Golden Retriever when a sudden loud noise shattered the morning stillness. We both stopped dead in our tracks, taken aback by the unexpected sound. It took me just a fraction of a second to realize it was the honk of a […]
When we tell people that we live out in the country and endeavor to raise our own food, they get all dreamy-eyed and imagine smiling squash blossoms and warm sweet haymows and serene farm wives in crisp white aprons.