Happy Friday, Black Catters! And what a Friday it is — 71 degrees at 11 a.m., with temperatures supposed to hit 81 on Saturday. Sure beats last week’s market experience — below freezing and snow. We have been busy weeding again,…
Santa Monica, this ain’t. The week of sun and slightly cool weather mixed with rain pleased the soil and plants quite a bit. Weeds seem to have encountered steroids, and as they beef-up we spend a lot of time yanking…
Happy Friday, food lovers! It’s gloomy and chilly, and we have been busy harvesting for the restaurants and the market. Tomorrow, however, the forecast calls for sun. Chilly again, but bright and springy. Before we deliver our haul to the market…
We shepherd, protect and nurture about 100 sheep, give or take, plus some rams. When the sheep give birth to lambs, the ovis aries population roughly doubles — this year’s lambing gave us a bit more than 90 little ones, teeter-tottering…
The fairly recent rains and snow, coupled with this week’s sun, have coaxed quite a bit of green from the brown soil. We of course spent a lot of time in the fields, bent over to harvest things like sorrel…
Seventy-two degrees and breezy. Robin’s egg skies, with cottony clouds. Plants luscious and strong, due to the recent rains and snow. This is our kind of harvest day. Friday is always a busy harvest day for us — between Friday,…
When it’s 68 and sunny on a June morning, with the fields dew-spangled but not sodden, the breeze like a lamb’s breath, the meadowlarks belting our arias, the young basil perfuming the air — when all of these things conspire the farming…
It is spring in Colorado, and so it was nearly 70 degrees and sunny yesterday, and today it is 38 and drizzling. Tomorrow morning for the farmers’ market kick-off? Snowing and 32 degrees, according to the forecast. Wandering the farmers’ market…
If you listen closely, you might hear the soil singing this morning. It’s a Beatles song — “Raiiiiiiiin | I don’t mind” The soil, in fact, is rejoicing. And so are the sheep, the lambs and our lead guard dog…
Last year, we blamed the pigs for the loss of about half of our artichoke crop (they gobbled it up). This year, it’s the wind. We counted seven days this winter, beginning on Christmas Day, with hurricane-force winds. In between,…