Last winter in West Virginia was unlike anything I had experienced before. For nearly a full week, the farm felt wrapped in silence, covered by layer after layer of snow, and every morning I woke up to the same pale…
On our small farm, there is always a quiet corner saved just for tomatoes, no matter how busy the season becomes or how many other plants compete for space. Tomatoes feel familiar to me, almost like a habit I carry…
Living in West Virginia has taught me many things about weather, especially how quickly it can change when you live near the mountains. Back in New York, most storms announced themselves with long stretches of gray clouds, weather alerts, and…
Today I feel especially happy as I sit down to write this story because it reminds me how gardening continues to surprise me in ways I never expect. I have a compost pile tucked into the quiet corner of my…
If you read my last story, you probably remember how proud I felt about the onion bed that Ryan and I rescued after the flooding accident. The onions were growing strongly this season, and every time I walked past that…
I wasn’t planning on exploring the farthest acre of our property that afternoon, but the late-summer light had a softness that made the entire back field look inviting. The towering sunflowers that had grown wild near the fence line were…
When we planted our first onion bed on the farm, I felt strangely proud of it. Maybe it was the promise of those neat rows or the memory of watching my grandmother braid onions in her kitchen, but something about…
The air felt unusually sharp when I stepped outside this morning, colder than anything I expected for this time of year. We moved to West Virginia in the heart of winter, and although that timing brought beauty, it also introduced…
There was a period during and after the COVID-19 pandemic when eggs stopped feeling like a small, ordinary grocery item and started feeling unpredictable. I remember walking through supermarkets two years ago, seeing egg prices posted and then changed again…
