Bread of life

Laurie and I have been talking about what to sell at the farmers market next year. It can be bit of a challenge for market gardeners who can’t afford a hoop house or green house large enough for starting early season seedlings and… that’s us, having to wait to get into the garden for planting.

It can be a lean time at the market until July when the veggies are all coming on . So I I said let’s sell your baby quilts, some socks and other knitted items. We can sell eggs of course and how about…. some artisan breads.

Artisan Breads

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I’ve started experimenting with different breads. There are so many great recipes out there.  Where to start?

I’ve been craving baguettes for making bruschetta. AND….. who can forget bread  for dipping into homemade Pasta Fagioli, Clam and Pesto Soup and Clam Chowder?

So I bought a larger stone and a pizza peel and off I go. Let’s see how that works out.

A Season of Great Bounty and Blessings

It’s great to come to an end of a season. It means you can look forward to new and exciting ideas, adventures and the possibility of seeing your dreams come to life.

It also provides  a time where you can breath a bit, take a few moments to reflect and learn from your mistakes and hopefully successes.


I love to see the land at rest. A season to recoup, re-energize and prepare for the demands of the next year.

I’m truly thankful that if we steward the land and our resources with care and skill we can all reap a bountiful harvest to sustain us and to share with others the blessings that God so graciously provides.

We love our hens too much

“The fairies, as their custom, clapped their hands with delight over their cleverness, and they were so madly in love with the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished it.”
J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens

To be honest, that’s how we all feel around here on the farm. I would like say that we all lent a hand to build this house for our hens, but I would be exaggerating.

Chad’s dad who is a Jack of all trades and master of most, compared to me anyway,  built this movable hen house from materials found around the farm.

So easy to move around the pastures by hand, tractor, skid steer,        4 wheeler, or whatever happens to be available at the moment.

We do love our hens. They give us eggs, manure, meat, and just all around good feelings. It’s awesome to see Jack and Gus doing there chores of collecting eggs and feeding as well as watering.

Yes we do love our chickens… and if the Hen Harem proves one thing, it might be we love them too much.

Good Night Irene

Good night Irene Good night… La Da dee Da de Da.!!

Well I don’t really call our pigs Irene. It’s something more like Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Hammy, Bacon… you get the point

But it’s a kind way to say goodbye to those little porkers and hello to full freezers and happy customers.

It was a good year for our piggies. We would’ve loved to see them a little fatter. Next year we’ll tweak our feeding program and update our breed stock.

The important thing on a farm is not to be afraid to try new ideas. You never know what will work best until you figure it out for yourself.

It’s like life. You can follow other peoples ideas for your life or you can just do it yourself. You’ll always be happier when you discover who you really are and how you should live. Not how another person, family or friend, thinks you should live.

Well I made some buns for our pulled pork for our

1st annual Harvest Party. We’re roastinga pig in a pit thanks to Chads dad and Bob his friend.

We’ll have some family and friends out and celebrate our Farm to Table under the stars right in our very own fruit orchard; one of my favorite places on the farm.

Yes Irene it will be a good night.

Hello Spring My Old Friend

It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn. B. C. Forbes

Being the Papa at the farm, I do love to see the coming of spring when everything begins to wake up after a long winters sleep.

Wasn’t a hard winter, thank the Lord. It was and is very beautiful.

I also appreciate the quiet mornings when the forest and the fields give off that crisp and cold feeling and the air freezes as it’s pulled into my lungs. Sure makes that HOT cup of coffee taste pretty damn good!

Winter’s a great season for getting some family time in. Sitting by the fire with the grand kids, planning the up-coming year.

It’s the time when you slow down and appreciate what was accomplished last year. Healthy pasture raised chicken and pork in the freezer, potatoes and onions in the root cellar and hard cider ready to be enjoyed.

I must say the good Lord has helped us in our hard work and in our endeavors to live a more self sustainable life style.

I do love the winter but the winter solstice passes and the next thing you know spring!!

Yes babies are popping up all over the place.

Pasture needs attention, asparagus and rhubarb need harvesting and the fences, always the fences need work.

Thank God my son-in-law who’s young and strong and with his wife (my charming daughter) and 3 kids can do the heavy lifting.

chicksOur little porkers arrived on Sunday the 18th.

Chicks arrived March 24th and our little porkers arrived on Sunday the 18th.

I’d like to sit down and have another cup of mocha but as my 3 year old grandson Jack says “Papa, let’s do it” He’s the one on the left next to Gus his brother. Looks like he’s ready.Jack and Gus - lets do it

Who doesn’t love SPRING!.

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