Potential
The season is moving along. Compost has been spread, beds have been prepped, and a greenhouse’s worth of flats have been transplanted....
Perennials, Take Two
Here’s a sure-fire sign of spring—the chickens are back in the field. Steve is relieved, having towed the coops down the muddy back road...
Divide and Conquer
This time last year, the Tin House was a mess. Three big construction projects were underway at once—the root washer, the onion rack, and...
January Food for Thought
January may seem like an odd time to obsess over harvesting garlic, but here I am, doing exactly that. Dan, Steve, Peter, Glenn, the...
Going Pagan
Merry Winter Solstice! Last weekend we hosted our annual Solstice Soup and farm stand. In spite of the rain, it was still a fun time. The...
Thanksgiving
The first snow of the season is falling as I write. Thanksgiving is still a week away, and Facebook is full of storm-inspired hysteria...
First Frost
We had our first frost last Friday. It was a light one—barely enough to wilt the peppers—but a frost nonetheless. We knew it was coming...
When In Doubt, Hoe
The farm follows its own seasonal schedule, with no regard to calendar dates, and yet every Labor Day, like clockwork, I can count on...
Mudbound
To say we’ve had a lot of rain would be a gross understatement. One downpour can leave our heavy soil wet for days afterwards, and this...
Mid-Summer Grind
Mid-summer is upon us. The tomatoes are ripening, the sweet potatoes have vined out, and the onions are starting to flop. With everything...
