For some, farming can’t be denied
A connection to a plot of ground is difficult to explain to others who have never experienced it, but for a dyed-in-the-wool farm kid, it needs no explanation.
Fervor for farming simmers within
Everyone has a story to tell, and once in awhile you meet someone who carries that story with such reverence that it serves as a simmering pot in which the foundation to reach a goal grows stronger with each passing year.
Judith Sutherland: Local, farm-fresh food is the best
I have always enjoyed conversation with those who enjoy growing as well as hunting their own food. There is an insight that goes beyond the typical, because for each of them, this became a conscious choice at some point in their lives.
Dirty jobs: Do whatever to get job done
There are some things that get my attention, which I realize most people wouldn't even hear in random conversation. I was standing in line...
Lyme disease: Learn this lesson from Janet (or me)
“I was a strong, hardworking woman raising a family, helping my husband with his business, mowing four acres of yard every week, gardening and holding a job. I felt like superwoman. But as time wore on, so did my health.”
— Janet DeCesare,
from Ticked Off
Judith Sutherland: Barns can hold untold stories
The barns of my childhood hold memories for me, nooks and crannies explored endlessly until they had become a part of our landscape.
What do you mean my name is Judith?
Some can say that they come from a dash of royal heritage, others can claim a background family tree filled with military heroes. Me?...
Farmers walk a delicate tightrope
“There were times we wondered how we kept from starving to death, but as long as mama had eggs from our laying hens after...
Yes, I’ll gladly blow out my candles
I try to embrace the gift of another birthday, the gift of each and every day, really. I try to celebrate for those who didn't get to grow older along with us, while holding them dear in treasured memories.
Memories of Mary Lou
I long ago asked why the bull had a ring in its nose. I was told, simply, to never get close enough to find...
