Author: Lee Bartnik

Fanni, Ella and I were in the greenhouse on Friday afternoon, seeding some lettuce heads, when we were approached by this dude. “Who are you guys?” “Huh?” “What farm are you with?” From this...

Hi all, Today the group got plastic on 2B3 and partially on 2C3, cleaned up at Oak, Lee plowed, and irrigation was worked on. So went Monday’s activities, as chronicled by Danny W. on...

Saturday afternoon, Fanni and I headed back to my Mom and Dad’s for an early Mothers’ Day celebration with my whole family. While there, we opened up some old photo albums to compare Ella...

I’m writing this with a two-week old baby laying on my chest – steaming hot and sleeping peaceably but for the occasional reckless, floppy-necked head roll. She’s a real sweetie. I, however, am not....

One of the primary recurring surprises of farming is, in my opinion, how often it isn’t actually farming. Not in the conventionally-imagined sense, at least. Sure, there are idyllic sunset walks through crop fields,...

Sunday I stared into the center of the vortex; perplexed and transfixed by the impressive choreography of fluid in motion, searching for the answer to a question yet unformulated. Lingering there for a moment...

(Disclaimer: This post is very long, quite personal, and not directly related to the operations of Rising Sand Organics) I woke very early Tuesday morning to the sound of my very pregnant wife, Fanni,...

On Saturday, my friend Jimi C and I held a listening party for the release of our first rap record, entitled That Thirst. Hometown and college friends trickled in through all hours of the afternoon, and...

It was 5:10 on Supper Club evening, and the Frame Church Kitchen was in its customary state of chaos. The ham was cold; the potatoes were crunchy; the carrots were frozen, and we were...

The early morning greenhouse is a sacred place. If alone and still in the first rays of reaching sun, surrounded by tiny green beacons of new life, the subtle sanctity is impossible to ignore....