Author: Lee Bartnik

“…When we love somebody, we put their wellbeing at the top of the list and we want to feed them well. We want to nurture them {…} We want to bring beauty into their...

Monday morning I had no choice but to get up and face the week. I got to the farm early, and started out with an easy strawberry picking session to warm up my fingers...

I planted some sunflowers earlier in the spring – a patch here; a patch there, dispersed haphazardly. They took their spaces – some in the privileged field-side patch, some in the amenable granary east...

It’s odd to be 30. A person always seems to think they’ll have it all worked out by the commencement of the next year, or decade, but the elusive year remains evasive still. More...

There are many things to do. Some of them are big. Get hay out of the field and mulch a bunch of plots. Monday morning; overcast, chilly and intermittently misty, Logan, Ed and I...

One thing about farming is that it gives you ample silence, and time to think. Concurrently, it offers plenty of problems, questions, and ideas about which to think. Thursday, I ran the wheel hoe...

I had an imaginary conversation the other day, where someone asked me something along the lines of, “What’s it like to start farming in this way?” The question, coming from somewhere in my subconscious,...

I’ve been having some pretty unpleasant farm dreams this spring. In the first, prepping for a planting of some sort, I found we were out of compost – a situation that was somehow my...

“The only thing standing between you and the job you want to do is a wet, stinky tarp (henceforth referred to as “Terp…”)…” Early Monday morning, it was Ed and I opening up shop for...