Farm Journal
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Winter 2024 Looking towards the New Year
2024 marks five years since Brendan and I returned to his family home in Amelia. Those years witnessed major changes, from getting to know the land, to setting up our new lives. In 2024, Brendan and I assumed responsibility for…
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August and September 2022 – Birds galore.
Our Cornish cross meat bird experience, the dining room floor gets replaced, and we work on our next piece of chicken infrastructure – the egg-mobile. In the house, we replaced the joists and floor in the dining room – all…
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July 2022
We’re nearing the dog days of summer with lows above 70 and highs in the 90s. Japanese beetles have given way to June bugs and fireflies. Sunflower and crepe myrtles are in full bloom and the corn is beginning to…
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May and June 2022
Spring turns to summer. Flowers bloom and plants grow. We are fortunate to have this beautiful retreat to call home. We are hobby farmers, night planters who are fully employed and not forced to depend on the fruits of our…
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March and April (Spring) 2022
“It is (still) wonderful how much may be done if we are always doing.” Thomas Jefferson March marked the one year anniversary of these monthly blogs. I thought it would be nice to do a little progress check and see…
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February 2022
In memory of T. Patrick Burke, 6/6/1926 – 2/3/2022. We not be here if it weren’t for Brendan’s dad. In 1994, he encouraged Brendan’s mom Helen to move back to her family home, sell their house in Richmond, and invest…
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January 2022
There’s a silence so loud that it’s deafening, And the sun seems unusually bright. The world’s awakening to a bitter cold morn and a crystalline blanket of white Patricia A. Fleming Our Exquisite Snowman Apple trees – in need of…
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December 2021
How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flown. How did it get so late so soon? Dr. Seuss Apple trees sleep through…
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November 2021
“November comes and November goes, with the last red berries and the first white snow. With night coming early and dawn coming late, and ice in the bucket and frost by the gate.” Clyde Watson Outrageous Pumpkins, New Rooster, Eggs-in-the-bator,…