Farm Blog

How am I going to get rich and famous on a suburban homestead? Not from the small bills dropped into the jar at our weekly farm stand. ...

Green rain pants? Check. Rubbing alcohol? Check. Rubber gloves, kid restraint box, and screaming goat kid? Check, check, and check. ...

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...

Our Farm Grandma Jenn Wolfe is still in Hawaii. This makes complete sense; we support her staying with her kids and grandkids in her...

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...

"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...

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...

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...

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...

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...