Farm and Garden

The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings. 

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution
 

The farm. Neither my husband nor I were farmers before moving to New Hampshire. He is an urbanite if there ever was one but has since reformed. I, on the other hand, at least had childhood memories. I spent my early childhood in Ecuador’s highlands, where my parents owned a beautiful bougainvillea covered ranch perched on the skirts of the Imbabura volcano. The soil was deep and dark and with the texture of coffee and the smell of vanilla. Avocado trees were low and broad. The earth below shaded to the point of darkness. Entering the orchard was like descending into the hull of a ship. Eyes only slowly adjusting to the dim light. The soft soil underfoot signaling safely, a cushion formed by years of undisturbed foliar decay. The bows so inviting to us children, we climbed and swung and like pumas, took gentle naps in their arms. I loved the “finca” as we called it and I always yearned to return. The cobbled square yard pierced by a central, colossal agave plant that dominated the landscape.  Needless to say, as soon as I could, my instinct drove me to recreate that place, where food and dirt and play came together. A place my kids would yearn to return.

Welcome to the farm. Avocados replaced by apple trees and instead of agave honey, maple…

On this website, we’ll share farm stories and extract wisdom for every day farm life.

The garden: A sensory wonderland.

I have a confession to make. I have a “thing” for seed packets and midwinter gardening catalogues. Of which I have a small stack; discretely tucked next to my bed. And in the long evenings of winter, perhaps with a glass of wine in hand, I peruse the centerfolds…Lush vegetables with glorious colors and skins so soft you want to caress them. I imagine their smell and taste and fantasize the Spring to come. My husband begrudgingly calls it “fruit porn”. The tree catalogues are the tops. Endless hours of planning another apple variety triumph or peach coup. The herb garden however, has a special place in my heart. A place where medicine and food collide. Flavors and antioxidants coalesce and where the success of sauces and relishes is born. Join me in this quest for flavor explosion, gardening tips and general gardening fun.

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