Solstice
The coyote stops midstep, left paw held aloft as if responding to a command to “shake,” and cocks his head quizzically at me. “We’re not doing all that, are we?” […]
Category Archives: Farm
Home
I always quote (the eminently quotable) G.K. Chesterton as saying something like, “When a gentleman is abroad, he dreams of home; when at home, he dreams of going abroad.” It […]
Rain
Well, it’s raining again. And again. This has been one of the wettest and coldest springs in Port Townsend history, and apparently we’ve got another atmospheric river riding its way […]
Homecoming
It took me a little longer than I expected to make it back to the farm. And, as you can imagine, there was a little part of me saying, You […]
“I hear there will be goats…”
We wanted to get there a few minutes early, because we suspected there’d be a crowd. Crowds are still a bit unnerving in this peri-pandemic time, but we weren’t going […]
Fish Pond Fish
What’s in a name? Back when Devon and I were courting and found ourselves (long story) in the Kenya’s Samburu Valley, she described a minor revelation that the place had […]
An Anniversary Of Sorts
I’m not going to write about yesterday. Not going to write about how surprised I was to find myself shedding tears watching Jennifer Lopez sing Woody Guthrie on the Capitol […]
An Evolving Cast of Characters
The last time we had pigs on the farm was…not an optimal experience. It was a learning opportunity. It was a shining counterexample to the dictum that everything is either […]
Chop Wood, Carry Water
Of course we knew it wouldn’t be over on Nov 3rd. But I’ve been neglecting so many other things in my life while I dove head first into getting involved. […]
Keeping On Keeping On
Barack Obama came to me in a dream a few nights ago, gave me a high five and told me “You’ve got this.” Honestly, I’m not so sure. Part of […]
David Pablo Cohn 