“THIS is crazy,” said the farmer as he pulled a box of greens from his trunk. On this early spring morning, before the clock had struck half-past eight, he pulled in with some of the season’s first product, mixed greens that we would truck over the hill for sale in the Roaring Fork Valley that      read more »

If I told you that a bunch of recovering drug and alcohol-addicts had spent the last two weeks occupying our farmhouse, you’d probably picture a driveway littered with broken bottles, cigarette burns on the upholstered chairs, perhaps a syringe or two rolling about on the linoleum floor, abandoned after a missed toss into the wastebasket.      read more »

It looked a bit like Dr. Suess had planted our tomatoes. They portruded from the ground at an odd angle, somewhere just north of 45°, which is an unfortunate angle where tomatoes are concerned. You want them straight, orderly for the trellises that will come to hold them up. And you want them deep, shooting      read more »