Playing Tractor
In aviation, they say that any landing you can walk away from is a good landing. And if you can use the plane again, it’s a great landing. If those […]
Category Archives: northwest
Hood St. Block Party
There are worse ways to meet the neighbors, but I suppose there are better ways, too. I’d gotten an early start into pulling out the Scotch Broom above the house […]
The Internet is My Imaginary Friend
me: Oh, Internet – you wouldn’t believe the day I had! Internet (this is the part I imagine): Really? Tell me. me: Well, I started by breaking our new mower […]
The Exuberance of Spring
I’ll admit it: I was terrified of what the aftermath of the utility trenching was going to look like. Three weeks ago, our southeast pasture looked like the Somme, circa […]
The Torn Earth
I just couldn’t stay at the farm this morning to watch. It felt too much like watching your baby go into surgery and seeing the surgeon move in with the knife. […]
Whispers and Plummets of Spring
The sun is nowhere near up when I’m woken by the sound of plummeting ducks. This morning, for some reason, the mallards and bufflehead that normally feed and fight over […]
“Life is so very good on certain days…”
“Life is so very good on certain days that one almost lives in fear of having to pay for it in full.” -Ken Millar, letter to Eudora Welty
Treeees!!!
They’re Heeeeeere! The trees, that is. So are Logan, Lacey and Shay, who’ve come up from Eugene to put 100(!) chestnut trees in the upper pasture, along with an […]
Mud Season
It’s been almost a month since I left you, descending into the darkness south of Christchurch. In a way, not a lot has happened since then: I kicked around the […]
The Ends of the Earth
TLDR: ignore the text. Look at the pretty pictures. By yesterday afternoon, I was wiped out. I’d spent the past two days meeting with our farm manager, the Conservation District, […]
David Pablo Cohn 