Author: Polly

I am coming to recognize the inherent power of questions. A timely, well-articulated question can, if given its due, change the course of things. I was faced with one such question last Thursday; leveled...

I stood at the top of the hill at Field Notes Farm, looking skeptically back and forth between the pack-shed, and the trailer. “You really think we’re gonna get this thing moved today?” “Yeah.”...

Some ideas have an interesting means for captivation: bridging synaptic gaps to offer the briefest — yet most powerful — visions of a reality yet unmanifested, but seemingly possible. In this honeymoon state, we...

The 5:00 hour of Saturday morning found me in the darkness of Rising Sand, making my way towards the walk-in cooler where Danny W. was busy loading up The Ray (our beastly white van) for market....

I hate to admit this, but I’ve been missing Oren Jakobson lately. It’s true. There’s just something about the old dog that keeps me coming back, and after a separation of over a week,...

The intersection of work and friendship has proven itself an interesting space to navigate thus far in the growing life of Rising Sand Organics. The season, loathe as I am to admit, is dragging...

Tuesday afternoon’s work started, believe it or not, with a change of plans. Our initial intention was to move the pack shed, thus taking care of this last vital transitional step prior to Oren’s...

For more than a few weeks now, we’ve been setting deadlines for moving our harvest packing operations to Rising Sand. Week after week, we (Oren) seem to say, “Yeah, we can have it all...

Odd as it may seem, half of our Rising Sand membership is on the cusp of heading back to school for the fall: Monica, Logan and Corrina to finish up their undergrads in Stevens...

Saturday marked my first opportunity to participate in one of our larger weekend Farmer’s Markets: Neenah, alongside the one-and-only Logan Brice. This gave Friday’s market harvest a bit of extra excitement and anticipation, and...