Week 2

(Right) Sarah, Patience and pre-dawn chores at Maggie’s.

On the agricultural calendar, this is perhaps the time of year that I love most.   It may seem somewhat counter intuitive when the ground is no longer willing to give, the vital greens are being bled to lifeless browns and if you’re a farmer in New England, you’re looking down the barrel of four months of snow.  But  in the small scale gardening Dina and I do…  (Read More)





Bradely, is this how we do it?! (Notice Dina, honorary farm school member and early inductee into the Maggie’s milking hall of fame)


Our morning breakfast.  Eggs, sunny side up.


Harvesting broccoli – part ninja, a larger part bushwhacking. This is Kim, her broccoli, her harvest knife and all her fingers.


Red russian kale – also on our harvest agenda. Tess (AKA True Grit) and Liza bunch up a few bouquets to give to our wonderful customers.


Weekend chore buddy Sarah heading out move cattle in our monster truck, Diesel. 


Hey Bull. Respect my electric string.


John O’Keefe and the oldest tree in the Harvard Forest – a Black Tupelo that is just over 400 years old. Tupelos, or Black Gum trees tend to be the oldest trees in each New England state, most of them have been dated between 600-700 year old.


Kim turned 26 this week!


True Grit, perhaps not living up to her name, after eating a clove of raw garlic, “It is an interesting sensation in my nose and in my ears. My face is on fire,” Grit said.


Our student farmers have been setting the bar higher and higher with every meal we prepare. Kim and I were on lunch duty this week and tried to do the trend justice with a batch of pumpkin gnocchi.


The finished product, complete with a fresh spinach salad and roasted carrots, turnips and radishes.


Did you know pigs won’t foul up (pee and poop) where they eat or where they sleep? The area pictured above is neither of those two spots.


Two beauties. My wife and one of our Tamworths.


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