Today’s Southern breeze gently rustles the heavy-headed tulips outside my office window before sweeping through the apple tree to sprinkle a shower of blossom petals onto an emerald lawn.
Shopping for my daughter Josie is easy. I envy her this. She knows what she wants, sticks to her list, and makes her choices with little indecision.
When we speak of land conservation, the farmer in each of us tends to think of caring for farm ground in the best possible way.
He stole my heart with a killer combination of dark good looks, a stunning ability to fix almost anything, and an inexhaustible instinct to take care of me when I’m moody, sick or stressed, which is pretty much always.
A catchy name for a chair shop, the words Pull Up a Chair once graced the sign on a small building in Columbiana that has housed several businesses over the years.
This past weekend was a big event, and a memorable one, for certain.
The parents of my good friend Cindy celebrated 50 years of marriage, and there was a party big enough to mark it.
Ancient people cleaned their clothes by pounding them on rocks or rubbing them with abrasive sands and washing the dirt away in local streams.
What might be considered cutting edge, different, or a niche market product here is just another day at the farm somewhere else in the world.
Hold on to your barn boots: A federal judge has ruled that phosphorus from cow manure is a hazardous substance.
The Congressional battle to approve the Central American Free Trade Agreement (CAFTA) began in earnest with the usual suspects mouthing the usual platitudes to the usual inside-the-Beltway audiences.