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We celebrated Thanksgiving with our highest pie/people ratio yet: 3:5, or .6 pies per person.  That’s a lot of pie! Stacey lit the festive candles. Sarah and Jen led a game of Celebrity. Julie seemed to enjoy it too.

In June, we talked to local haymaker Herbie Stickle about haying our fields.  He showed up today, having finishing up haying at Burger Hill.  We were very glad to see him — it’s about three full days’ work to clear the fields with our little tractor.

While the farm brooded like Heathcliff, we ourselves had a happy Labor Day weekend.  Erica & Geoff visited, and John Harris flew in from Los Angeles to join me at Pete Townshend’s Classic Quadrophenia at Tanglewood.  On Sunday, Geoff and I squared off for an amiable Iron Chef-style pizza-making challenge. Today we climbed the fire tower […]

Our Feverfew is enjoying a moment in the late summer garden. Also enjoying a moment: our rhubarb, as well as Jen, whose birthday was Friday.   She celebrated (after a nice birthday supper at Le Petit Bistro) by combining the rhubarb with blackberries to make Rhu-Berry jam.  Jen entered that, together with four other jams, in […]

This is not our entire 2017 peach crop, but it is a majority of it.  Still, they’re pretty nice looking!

Jen ranges far and wide gathering berries.  If you look carefully, you can see her trusty companion, Daisy.

It rained all day on Memorial Day.  I was already a bit sad because this was the first year that Sarah did not march in the Memorial Day Parade. She has, however, kept busy.  In anticipation of camp, less than a month away, Sarah has been practicing the ukulele. We had a number of visitors, […]

Jen enjoyed her traditional Mother’s Day breakfast in bed. We took Daisy for a walk in the woods and found this mother of seven plying the swamp. After years of searching, certain they were beneath our noses, we found morels in the woods.  They say that once you find one, you’ll see them everywhere.  That’s […]

We cooked up a storm for Thanksgiving.  Here is Jen making three pies simultaneously. We got a monster turkey from Frank Vosburgh at Kesicke Farm — 25.75 pounds.  It was the smallest one he had. Julie and Stacey came in uniform. Sarah danced whenever not organizing or playing board games. Her grandfather looked on bemusedly.

Jen gathered the remaining tomatoes and peppers ahead of tonight’s possible frost.  I guess we can have fried or pickled green tomatoes, but I have no idea what to do with all those peppers (many of which are outside the frame).