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Stories from the heart of Hawthorn Farm.

May 23, 2020

Green rain pants? Check.  Rubbing alcohol? Check.  Rubber gloves, kid restraint box, and screaming goat kid? Check, check, and check.  I'm ready to tattoo this little doeling to make her an honest pedigree-bearing member of the American Dairy Goat Association (ADGA)....

May 22, 2020

My dad visited the farm this winter.  Since my earliest lemonade-stand days, he's encouraged me towards fame and fortune.  Now that I am living in, shall we say, rustic simplicity, he's full of questions about my economic situation.  

"The farm pays for itself...

May 15, 2020

Our Farm Grandma Jenn Wolfe is still in Hawaii.  This makes complete sense; we support her staying with her kids and grandkids in her usual winter home.  Why travel from a tropical paradise to the cold and rainy nucleus of the coronavirus outbreak?  But "shelter-in-pla...

April 11, 2020

Under my instigation, Daniel and I have each been on a $50-a-month grocery store budget.  Guess who's having a hard time with this challenge?

I'm notoriously frugal when it comes to my own diet.  The point of this challenge for me is to focus on farm food, even if the f...

March 15, 2020

"What a lot of work these goats are!" say visitors.  "I'd hate to have to be in the barn to milk them twice a day, every day."

"Yes, it's a committment," I reply.  "But we would have goat cheese even if trucks stopped coming to the grocery store."  

My flippant answ...

March 8, 2020

The moldboard plow is an amazing tool.  It slices soil and turns it over, burying the previous crop to make room for the next.  As it skims through the soil, the bottom of the plow smear tiny particles under it.  Over time, plowing at the same depth, the smeared partic...

January 26, 2020

My transition from urban to rural has illuminated many English phrases I grew up with.  I'm not even sure the current generations of kids is familiar with this agricultural heritage.  But more on that in a moment. 

Think of the metaphors that come from a time...

January 14, 2020

Duke and Dolly are old horses.  I don't know how old, or what kind of horses they are.  They came to me as "Amish ponies from Iowa" and they follow the voice commands used by Amish teamsters.  Marks and scars on their bodies tell the story of hard work.  A lot of hard...

December 31, 2019

In the years since our hand-harvested food challenge, I notice that I don't have to work as hard to feed myself.  I also don't enjoy feeding myself as much as I did when the garden was the only grocery store.  I remember my grateful tears at the first strawberry of the...

December 23, 2019

Daniel and I have taken a mountain trip together every year since 2011.  We backpacked on our first trips.  Then we went out from a basecamp with only the clothes we wore.  Then we made our own clothes from wool and buckskin.  

So far, we've survived.  In...

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