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Finding Satisfaction in Muddy Places

I have had the recent honor of being appointed as one of the farm trench cleaners! The trench runs the length of our packshed at the center of slightly sloped floors and collects all the mud and debris left over from washed vegetables. At this time of year the mud is prolific. Clinging to our knees and shins in clumps that stick long after we stand up. Speckling our...

What to Grow? Spreadsheets Offer an Answer!

How do farmers decide what crops to grow each year? So, so many variables go into that decision. Of course, we like to grow what our customers want to eat. (Speaking of which, keep your eye out for our annual survey that will be sent to our CSA members in a few weeks!) We take into account year-to-year crop rotations, negotiations with local grocery stores,...

A Farmers Market Vignette

In August, guiding a box truck onto Tyler Street in preparation for our farmers market was challenging. Three rows of tents, more vehicles, and even more people filled the street then; all bustling to arrange wares before the market bell sounded. We drove in carefully and unloaded quickly. We looked over our shoulder while setting up tables to check if the path...

Hauntings in the Fields

As the days are becoming shorter and the veil is thinning, things are getting a little spooky here at Red Dog. Every morning, we arrive one by one, our headlights illuminating the gravel drive as we slowly make our way towards the dark silhouette of the farm. As the sun creeps its way over the valley it reveals a thick layer of mist that clings to our long rows of...

Welcoming the Wind: Appreciating Fall on the Farm

With wind howling through the valley in recent days, the stormy season is upon us. With that in mind, there are many months behind us since we first seeded our crops, and we’re now getting a good perspective on which crops have done well in their fields. For the curious, it might be nice to get informed look at how some of your favorite veggies are growing.An...

Pesto for Fall

Thanks to David Conklin for the photo above! Fall has arrived. She has wrapped us in a blanket of reds and rusty yellows; fallen leaves, Madrona berries, morning light streaking heavily across the sky. Suddenly, all across the farm, the fields are open swaths of soil. Crops have been tilled in, left to break down and return to the soil again. Gone are the days of...