Author: Polly

I’ve been taking care of a lot of shit lately — quite literally, as my administrative tasks have come to include research of county-specific septic requirements. Though our pack-a-potty has been upgraded to a...

As Mother Time tends to Her insatiable thirst — greedily swallowing the early days of summer, lengthening the shadow of the Solstice, and turning young June to an aging July — we’ve found routine...

I gotta give it to him; the Old Dog’s still got a little game… Our trash talking continued via email Thursday, and I got out to Rising Sand a couple hours before gametime for my...

Oren’s okay. Yeah, he and I have a decent working relationship, I guess. He tells me to harvest chard; I harvest romaine. I ask him random questions; he answers them. He calls shots; I...

There is a question which came to me years ago and still lives in the abyss of my subconscious, surfacing occasionally. If you were living in the perfect day, would you have the presence...

Our second crash of Thursday came shortly after I arrived at Rising Sand in the afternoon. We happened to have a lot of additional folks on-site that day, and vehicles lined our whole parking...

Having grown up in a farming community and worked on numerous dairy farms in my younger years, I’ve often witnessed the odd and inextricable inclination of every real farmer to wake up on the...