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A Summery Summary in Photos

When I think about a summery summary of the farm, I can’t quite find the words. Luckily, photos exist, and my coworkers are really good at capturing the perfect shots. There is so much humor, playfulness, and quiet moments that are never shared outside our big red barn. Below, you’ll find some of the “best photos” of the summer, with my own (somewhat interpreted)...

Daydreams of Swimming Holes

Nearly two months have passed since the summer solstice, but it certainly could’ve fooled me. It’s felt like October half the time. But with the arrival of August, it feels like it’s truly summer now. And I don’t know about you, but I can’t get through the hotter months without swimming. It’s what I think about as I’m getting my arms and legs all scratched up by the...

Impressions of the Crew

As a part time employee here at Red Dog farm, my experience has been very impressionistic: long mornings in the raspberries, lunch naps under the plum tree, visions of Maggie chasing after Suzy in the tractor; Julia belting Rhianna in the farm truck, racing Lane through the potatoes; Amy chuckling at her own puns and making sure to laugh hard at Naomi’s; afternoon...

The Art of Farming

I’m relatively new to farming, but one thing I can say I’ve been involved with my whole life is art. I definitely wouldn’t consider myself an expert at any certain medium but at any given time there are at least three different crafty endeavors going on in every corner of my home. This year I’ve been a bit disappointed in myself for not finding the time to finish...

Voices from the Field: Raspberries

Live from the field, I bring you an inside exclusive interview with the crew, all about everyone’s summer favorite… the RASPBERRY. Mermaid Man: My favorite raspberry memory is throwing them, to try to hit people on the head with overripe berries. Baba Yaga: The under-ripe ones would be a little too hard, right? Butternut: Ooh yeah. The splat is what you’re looking...

Competition & Cooperation in the Pea Patch

Around the middle of June, we began harvesting sugar snap peas. Twice a week, as many of us as possible head out to the pea patch and together pick our way along the seemingly endless bright green walls. With the plants thickly massed five and six feet high on trellises, walking down the pea beds feels like walking down a hallway or through a maze. We tend to find...