“People who root themselves in places are likelier to know and care for those places               than are people who root themselves in ideas.           When we cease to be migrants and become inhabitants,   &nbs

People have left many things behind when they come to buy eggs.  They’ve left egg cartons and money in the envelope, of course, but also sippy cups, shopping receipts, toys, etc.Today someone left behind their child. P.S.  We were home, child was playing with the chick

We’ve been busy this spring.  Busy with farm work, yes.  But also busy with events.  Farm events. The renewed interest in local food has meant that there are a lot of people suddenly interested in and wanting to visit farms.  So far this spring we’ve be

Yes, you read that right.  Irish Grove has gone retail. Anyone who knows me personally knows that I don’t move too quickly.  I decide to do something and then I have to think about it for awhile.  Some people may call that procrastination.  But for me, itR

I realize that winter and snow are very ‘yesterday’, but I’m playing blog catch-up. It has been such a crazy winter that I’ve left you out of the loop on farm happenings. In fact, I’ve even left you out of the poop loop. That’s right. We had a lovel

It wasn’t like we didn’t have anything else to do Saturday. I had 3 coats of primer to apply to my new (!) kitchen walls (a project which of course necessitated two trips to the hardware store for forgotten supplies), the electrician was out to look at some old wires we ha

Today’s the day. The day I come clean. You see, I’ve been hiding something from you. Something that I’ve been too ashamed to admit. It’s not that I’ve meant to decieve you in any way, it’s just…..well, it’s just that sometimes it’s

because this Christmas letter is long. (Why aren’t you surprised at that?) So go grab yourself a cup of tea, sit back and enjoy…and have a happy New Year!! As I sit down to write this, there’s a sign for our egg customers on the barn door that reads, “Skunk Attack! Eggs ar

We are all colored by our personal experiences.  So when your house starts to tremor, what immediately comes to mind?  If you’re a Californian, you may think:  earthquake!! If you live near a highway, you may think:  semi-truck!! If you’re from an

“Rain, rain go away. Come again another day.” It’s been THE rainiest growing season I can ever recall. A wet spring made it difficult to plant the crops. A wet summer meant it was difficult to make hay. And a wet fall has the harvest at a complete standstill. If you