Winter on the Farm
by Heather Hamilton When winter arrives, with its lush monochrome nets cast over the sky, there is stillness and waiting between our garden rows. I see little change save the…
by Heather Hamilton When winter arrives, with its lush monochrome nets cast over the sky, there is stillness and waiting between our garden rows. I see little change save the…
by Heather Hamilton Smoke settling across the hills. Cold feet in the morning. Sun-saturated tomatoes heavy on the vine. Dew gathered on rich green kale leaves. Bees seeking the last…
by Heather Hamilton I step into the garden and find I am in a sea of soft smells (basil, tomato, calendula) and tender color (pink beans, red lettuce, orange nasturtiums).…
by Heather Hamilton As spring fans out and rises green and flowered, the farm is sleepy at first, and then wild. With rains and warmth, all is thriving. I walk…