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Rains and Rainbows

It’s wet season on the farm. In the past few weeks, heavy rains have rolled through the valley, the water table has risen, and those of us working outdoors have been thoroughly drenched.  One week, we had rainbows every day – sometimes many in a day, arching broadly across the sky. There were single rainbows, double rainbow, partial rainbows. Rainbows that...

Cozy Winter Squash Bread

Whether you’re seeking inspiration for what to bring to your next festive gathering or craving a seasonally sweet treat, winter squash bread is the perfect answer. It’s great for those that may be nostalgic for summer zucchini bread and may be a new dish for others. Altogether, this recipe takes about two hours to make between curating the squash puree and bread...

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...