gratitude in the cold
Ice crystals form along the plastic walls of the tunnels. The plastic sheeting becomes brittle in this cold, like a sheet of thin ice. It...
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GRACIE'S FARM DIRT
Sep 62 min read
The Dance
As I relished and basked in that aforementioned “Second Summer” of my last written piece, I was enjoying a sweet and synergetic dance...
Aug 162 min read
Second Summer
This morning, there was a noticeable chill in the air. As the sun rose over the beds of vegetables for our Thursday harvest, and crept...
Jul 102 min read
Finding The Shade
Here we are. On the cusp of the hottest days of the year. For a farm, this can be a tenuous and fragile time. At Gracie’s Farm, we spend...
May 303 min read
Intention
It is a quiet morning. The sun has risen, yet the light feels new and young. While the whispers of the new day are growing louder, my...
Apr 143 min read
April Come She Will
The warmth embraces my shoulders and cheeks. I feel the first signs of spring in my body and the excitement and anticipation in my chest....
Mar 202 min read
RENEWAL
It’s before dawn on the second day of spring, and the mind of this farmer spins and scrolls with the growing list of tasks. The winter...
Mar 202 min read
TURN,TURN,TURN
"To everything, there is a season... And a time for every purpose..." While I leave out some of the interwoven lyrics and verse, I can’t...
Aug 19, 20233 min read
Abundance and Magic
I don a long sleeve for the seven am harvest shift. Uncovering the greens, I notice a shift. Not quite the chill in the air that comes in...
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