Farm Blog

Jenn's packing peanut artwork. That's pretty much what my hair looks like, most days.

"A false sense of security is the only kind there is." Local bard David Whyte said this, and it knocked a dent in my if I'm good everything will be all right mentality. Here is some of the week's risky business. I canned peaches and apricots. Lifting 30-pound canning pots filled with boiling water and glass jars, the delicious it-might-explode-whew-it-didn't emotional arc. When I pulled the apricot jam out of the boiling water, one jar hadn't sealed. Sometimes the jars se

Through the work of many hands, hearts, hooves, and rootlets, this farm is looking pretty good. We have tall rows of raspberries, we have archery targets of golden straw. We have a kid-magnet maple tree complete with nets and ladders. We have a miniature horse, for crying out loud. Let's not even get into the baby bunnies. But we may be the victims of our own success. I'm nervous about sounding rude here. Please, you people who visit the farm, keep coming. I am usually

Some of my horse-drawn equipment was manufactured more recently than my cell phone. But still, Hawthorn Farm embraces the latest technology! Logging On 5G Bluetooth Capability We're eating blueberries, in case you couldn't tell.