“It is a good day for the beginnings of journeys.” So says author Sandra Steingraber to her newborn daughter in the prologue of “Having Faith: An Ecologist’s Journey to Motherhood.” And so I pass it along to you, by way of invitation. Today is the first in a series of Sunday posts at Reading Circle Books to spur discussion on “Having Faith.” We’ll be covering a new chapter each week. Jump in any time! continued »
The most pervasive feeling that characterizes my life here on this pretty little farm is Thankfulness. And then there are mornings like today when it’s 14 degrees below zero at morning chore time. continued »
People often ask me how it happened that we uprooted our city family and came to be market farming in rural southwest Wisconsin. The answer, plain and simple, is – books are to blame. continued »
Perhaps the best thing about the web, and the blogosphere in particular, is that it enables you to connect with like-minded people you might never meet otherwise. continued »
Back when I lived in Chicago and was peripherally involved in the indie-folk music scene, I chanced to be in a band with a fabulous Rastafarian bassist named Spark. He would occasionally piss us all off by refusing to play in a particular venue. His reason? He objected to how the kitchen was run. continued »
Several days after the artificial insemination adventure, I was filing the receipt from our swine semen supplier and noticed that the box and its fragile contents had cost us $79.00. continued »
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Piggy Lou is the 500-pound, delicately pink, sometimes overly-friendly sow who lives in our back garden. She was especially over-friendly last week because she was in heat, as evidenced by non-stop drooling, hysterical vocalizations, anxious pacing and relentless nuzzling against our legs when we entered the pen to feed her. continued »
I mentioned in the last post that once the excitement of birthing is over, the main activity in our little three-sided stone barn is quiet eating. Boring, peaceful and just the way it should be. In fact, the sound of lambs bleating would be a sign that something is amiss. continued »
Our boys are looking well and growing nicely, thanks to the excellent care of their experienced and attentive mother. They’ve required very little from me. Rocky took two days of supplemental bottle feeding before he got solid with suckling, and I had to bring Rambo into the garage once to wipe his butt. continued »
