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This week our CSA pickups begin, our summer apprentices arrive, and the strawberries are ripe, which means one big thing—the volume of people flowing through the farm is about to swell from a trickle to a river. Fortunately, we just got some much-needed rain, so the volume of produce is going to swell, too. The first pickup is always a big deal, and every CSA farmer wants to deliver a respectable first harvest, but the weather always gets the final say. Read more...
Farewell, Farmer Steve
October 23, 1960—February 5, 2023

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