Farm Safety, Angry Roosters, and Women Farmers

I’m sitting at Dad’s dining room table, bacon and pancakes on the stove as Dad cooks us breakfast.  We’re fueling up for a farm safety workshop here in Fluvanna.  I’m not sure what to expect – lessons on eye protection and work gloves,...

The Wax and Wane of Activity

Of late, Meander has taken to charging up and down the stairs like her tail’s on fire.  She races down from her perch on the bed upstairs and nearly bangs the storm door in my office down.  I let her out – she patrols – and then back in and upstairs...

A Quiet Night on the Farm

Mary Lou’s bean soup is cooking on the stove. Fresh bread is in the bread machine.  A chill dances in the air, and Philip and I are having our Date Night – with the film Date Night (Thanks, Molly and Jeff).  Married life is good. This weekend, we begin...

Have Your Name on a Goat Fence

I know this is what you’ve always dreamed of, isn’t it? Your name, wood-burned on a plaque that will keep adorable pygmy and myotonic goats contained. Well, now that dream can be a reality.  If you would like to contribute and help build our goat fencing...