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A Bit of Blue Skies

The rain has stopped for now, and the blue sky is back! In the morning, when the clouds clear, there is usually a stormy cloud horizon until the sun breaks through before lunch. This morning, the neighbor’s horses were contrasted on the dark horizon with beautiful lighting on the south part of the farm by Center Road. The farm’s property is separated from the...

Peace in the Rain

Today, I’m the lucky one who gets to be on the computer while my friends work outside in the rain. Lately, the rain, along with the cold and shorter days, has been the most obvious change for us on the farm. Since the field roads are starting to flood, we can only take out trucks with four wheel drive. While I’m on my way to harvest, sliding down the muddy road in...

Buoyed by Diversity

The red cabbages in your share this week are beautiful in the field. The dusty-lilac and rich violet colors of their leaves contrast with the various greens of their neighbors, which include other kinds of cabbages, several types of kales, sunchokes, lettuces, leeks, and more. This kind of diversity is one of the factors that kept the farm stable during this chaotic...

Appreciating the Food of the Season

As much as I love the abundance of summer and all its colorful offerings, I am ready to deepen into winter and eat some kale. Kale and squash. I am beginning to wonder what my capacity is for squash soup meals, and if I will ever surpass it. So far I think I could eat squash soup every night. And just when I’m over it, something new will come along, like purple...

Seasonal Harvests, Seasonal Costumes

Greetings, Red Dog Farm newsletter readers. Sean here, also known on the farm as Guava. I left you last time with a newsletter about the smoke, and how we were harvesting crops in the field we call Roscoe. Squash was the biggest harvest of crops from Roscoe, along with potatoes, and both made it safely to storage before the first hard frost. The smoke has since...

Life by the Season, At Last

The first time I ever heard of a summer squash I was 18 years old. Growing up in the Midwest, vegetables to me were something mushy and grayish that came in a can, or if they didn’t come in a can, they were boiled extensively until transformed into a soggy paste.  For most meals, vegetables materialized in the form of a bag of frozen peas and corn, microwaved and...