The great David Allan Coe once sang, “Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain,” in the perfect country and western song. This may be the case for a country and western singer, but in the eyes of a farmer there’s always a reason to remain—still we sing the same tune, just a little differently. Our lyrics go, “Sometimes it seemed so useless to Reemay,” because,...
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Can anyone else smell the changing of seasons in the air? I am always amazed, each season, how something as intangible as the air we breathe can affect everyone so differently and deeply. For me, the transition into the fall season, breathes welcomed moments of reflection and freshness. As peak season has crept over its crest and is now descending into slower...
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The day-to-day tasks on the farm would never get done without the help of a small fleet of pickup trucks. We use these trucks for mostly hauling vegetables and crates around the 23-acre farm. The trucks are such an integral part of Red Dog Farm that it’s hard to imagine the place without them. The first truck ever used at Red Dog Farm is a purple 1997 Nissan that we...
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Hello CSA members and farm lovers. By now I have had the opportunity to speak to a few of you and am looking forward to meeting more of you as time goes on. I have recently taken over the post of Office Manager here at Red Dog Farm. Though the position is new to me, the farm is not as this summer marks my seven-year anniversary of my arrival at the farm. To say the...
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Working hard is neither their purpose nor their strong suit. They’re often sleeping, eating, or roughhousing amongst themselves in the mud. Between long naps in the shade and endless veggie showers turned buffets, our fat, happy pigs are doing their best to transform any excess harvest into delicious meat. Every day, the group of ten pigs consume as many vegetables...
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Every morning, I am greeted by a bouquet of smells when I arrive at the farm. The muddy stench of the pigs mixes with the sweet scent of basil being harvested; the flowers in the fields linger all the way into the break room by lunchtime. But my favorite of all, and the smell that – to me, at least – most signifies the arrival of August, is the warm scent of a...
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