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Soil is Good for the Sole

During my first few months here at Red Dog Farm, I’ve been reminded every day why I chose to become a farmer. First and foremost, providing food for our community is its own reward. It fills me with purpose to know that we are responsible for getting fresh, tasty produce to so many people in the area. With that said, there are so many other benefits to a job...

Fauna Haikus: Six Tributes to Three Friends

Should we return hereWhen you arrive, through the archEarly, late, striking Frog mouthed infantsWait, offered perch or trespassGenerations fly And storm, dust or rainBlue-fire, old tornado, liftFinally away ~ There, an eye, a shapePowerful silhouette, noFocus to spare Then, our strange allyAt the line, head over wire Asking...

A Farm in Harmony

The wind rushes by us as the hawks and vultures fly overhead. The farm rings with life, growing from the soil reaching towards the sun and bustling with conversation, gleaming with laughter. Our hands painted with the dirt and grit, darkened by the UV rays beating down on us relentlessly. Personally, I cannot help but hear the ensemble of the farm and feel a sense...

Fruit Season has Struck!

The past few weeks have marked a huge shift on the farm as the hot weather has brought us out of spring’s preparations and into the thick of summer farming. At Red Dog, summer is marked by our big fruit harvests, which require all hands on deck to keep up with abundant and generous plants. Here, we consider plants to be “fruits” when they produce a product that...

As The Baby Birds Learn to Fly, I Learn How to Prune Tomatoes

I’ve spent the early days of my first season at Red Dog learning the flow of the greenhouse and all that this micro season within the farm entails, all while knowing that this fleeting experience will end after a few months of hard work and daily routines I’ve come to cherish. While tending to the various needs of these plants, I’ve come to recognize the ways I too...

Auster’s Start at Red Dog Farm

My eyes open onto another day in Chimacum. I roll out of bed and gather my clothing for the day to come, as the birds chirp and the horses graze next door. I step out of my humble trailer onto the dewy grass and wet my shoes walking towards my bike. As I near the storage container, I reflect on my past couple of years and I keep coming back to a similar conclusion....