When we open up the sugar house in the morning, there’s often just the sound of the frozen ground crunching beneath our feet, the singing...

One of the few plants in our pasture that our sheep won’t eat is milkweed. That’s very good news for the Monarch butterfly whose...

We put electric fencing around our beehive, which will hopefully keep the bears out. Anytime I do anything near the hive, I linger. I...

I woke up this morning with the vague sense that dawn was unfolding outside. The birds were starting to sing, and I could hear the...

After my dad passed away, two of his friends clearly felt an obligation to keep an eye on me and my various endeavors. “Uncle” John had...

When it rains, the western face of our traprock ridge collects all the rain drops as they seep through the talus slope and run under the...

Whenever one of our pigs touches the electric fence, and lets out an impressive heart rendering squeal, Anne and I, in perfect unison,...

When my mom was growing up on Mountain Spring, it was a small dirt road named Cedar Street. At that time, there were only five families...

I was thinking, that if I was ever told I only had one hour to live, but I could spend it doing anything I wanted, I'd choose stacking...

On the very last day of 2020 I found a quartz geode laying on top of a stone wall in our pig pasture. It's small – the exposed quartz is...

I've been arguing with a chicken for months. She has insisted on laying her eggs underneath our back porch and my days of happily...